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Storm fronts converge over this angry space
and I am leaning against the wind as I listen
to the birds screaming for sanctuary...
I spend these minutes thinking about 
the power of the forces that are you and I... 
and I believe this war may go on forever... 
Though I have given up my duty to the front lines...
I have wandered off in search of better things.

Today, I see the beauty of melancholy
painted on every grey cloud, singing
down every hollow corridor of buildings 
that serve as the landmarks on the map
that seperates my kingdom from yours.

And I am more alive without you, brother
than I have ever felt when you were by my side... 
and I no longer desire to search for what
I thought you kept hidden from me... I know
that you were never quite the person
I believed you to be... though today, 
I realize that none of these things matter.
And though I may still call you kin, 
I see that you have nothing but hate left for me.

Your words are poison- and though I often
drank of you, and loved, and lived 
by every so called gift you made 
to keep me between you and your own...
to place me, as a pawn that waits to be destroyed
by an angry queen who knows only checkmates.
To understand finally, my presence was sought - 
only to hold the pain for you while you
ignored your own desire to walk away...

since you have dissapeared from view- 
the world has been a brighter place, 
and the people in it - 
wear friendly faces now... 
no longer smeared with animosity.
And I am overwhelmed by the freedom
that this seperation holds for me.

Yes, your words are poison, 
and now that I no longer drink
I feel my life come back to me... 
and finally... I am able to breathe... 

and I know

that no one will decide my path but me.