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the momentum has slowed

I crawl through the spaces

clinging to a dull hope

so tired.

so wrong about everything.

I made it too easy for them to walk on my sacred ground without giving a damn

enough is enough! I restored my pride

but he lost everything in the minute I shut the door and bolted the gate to thier offences

everything except me and what I bore him

the most precious of gifts of which he is to another such pair

not so treasured.

or fought for as he migh have hoped.

it was all afforded at great cost.

such is the cost of love.

it can never truly be fulfilled

a greater love must reign

though the divisions are slight

love is as blind as it is cruel.

how heart breaking to have revealed that blood could not tie any knot tighter than mine

blessed with water and soul and our own beautiful creations

Now I sit queen of the hill and he the dirty rascal

my dirty rascal.

a rascal king worthy of me but not happiness

this is not his gift.

brokeness is all he can afford.

one can not be seperated by love and find happiness

my sex nor heart can not lovingly heal the blood ties cut that bleed

I lose even as I win

my love is lost of kin

As he weeps each invisible tear bleeds

torn from the old ties

a new bloodline rises rushing to pour out from within

and in this it is so dearly hoped he will find a new happiness

greater than the one before

that eclipses the loss and heals his sorrow

but it is a dull hope and I am crawling through spaces

hoping that this hill im on isnt a lonely one

and that the rascal king returns to my side after all these years

and look at me with his new eyes and behold a kingdom i have tended for him

 fairer than that of any gone before.

a top a hill of little consequence.