The Kinship

You will be softly taken,

stolen from your nest.

Within that shielded hideaway,

no longer can you rest.

 

They will not have to break in.

There will be no chase.

The kin that you’ve been hiding from,

it’s time for you to face.

 

The thrill, the fear transforming.

No doubt, you exist!

The unreal is now under threat

and desparate to resist.

 

The kinship to whom you belong,

longlingly awaits,

to free you from inhibition

and teach you to relate.

 

Let your beating heart remind you

of that ancient place

and send illusion to the fire,

returning you to grace.

 

by Clare Sophie

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