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The Master Weaver
For me, you wreathed the stars into a constellation, Neglecting my plea, thinking it's the wisest decision, You designed every piece you thought I wanted, The truth was it left me daunted.
You interlaced the weft of my path, With the dreams you made on my behalf, Intertwined with the warp, I lost my mind, Bounded at the end, but why was I left behind?
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I tried holding to cross my threads, Hoping to discern something that isn't dead, But you said, "Stop, you know nothing, my child." And from that day on, I forgot what I truly desired.
Grasping the thread of my purpose was all I yearned for, With you by my side, guiding me to reach more. What happened was you became the master weaver, Selfishly knitting your child's being that was once a believer.
Cera Angely Rizardo
illustration by Seth Thornton