The Great Unraveling

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It does not hurt to fall apart,
To loose the bindings of the heart.
It feels like wind, it feels like rain,
A gentle washing of the pain.

My edges blur, my lines unspool,
Into this dark and violet pool.
I am not lost, I am not gone,
I’m simply moving further on.

A thousand wings where hands once were,
A blue and iridescent blur.
I leave the heavy world behind,
And fly within the open mind.