Poetry | Past Life

The Binding

of the Twelve

She comes beyond the centuries Was held within her offered word She saw the only road to take A twining, winding, twisting net

Obscured by words of disbelief She was compelled to keep the peace. Free will was given as her bond Exchanged but for a single life

Intention freely given once But bound and taken for all time Witnessed by the mated twelve Their fates enlaced infinity

The lie wrapped in a healing truth A bargain sealed with binding words. A soul compelled to give each life Kept seeking freedom quietly

Invisible, yet powerful Sustained the simmering disbelief She kept the search for knots untied While working for the slow release

A puzzle to be pondered long To find the clue that was the key The words to speak to open doors Until a trail of breadcrumbs brought

A meeting with a healing force Who saw the wrapping wound around And gave the key to lose the ropes The words to change the bindings course To clear with ritual and intent

Magnifies a light each day The words to rouse the guardians. The keepers of the records heard They loosed the bindings from her soul

She finds the fullness of her force And heals the injured web surround Then steps beyond the absolute For she is now no longer bound.

This was inspired by events that happened to me in this life.

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