Thursday, April 15, 2021
M is for Map
Solid, making your way in the direction of home
You create homes wherever you settle
Once you’re there, you start to grow roots
Getting stuck in one place, making your imprint
Casting shadows you refuse to acknowledge
Never wishing to move from your spot
It’s others who get you moving
The families you create with lovers and friends
The shadow childings you raise as your own
Refusing to admit there’s anything strange about them
Or any of the places you’ve turned into a home
Whether you’re at a temple or a cottage
Your families always turn away
Falling into pools of sparkling lost color
Opening Doors in the center of stone circles
You’ve lost and found family beyond the Door
Now the shadows reach for you and your boys
Tempting your children to become shadows themselves
Accepting roles as The Hand and the Eye of the Tower
You warn them not to listen to weathered stone’s whisper
Knowing your warnings are probably in vain
While you plant both feed in the earth
Making yourself strong and solid
Hoping your loved ones will do the same.
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