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Checkmate
I lost her hand in the crowd of her thoughts
And brushed shoulders;
with the masses of Dark cold figures
Wandering mindlessly in the vastness of her mind
Unknowingly ensnared;
in the overpowering current of their march
To the deepest, darkest, forgotten wasteland of her mind.
And as we reached the end
of the involuntary ghastly suicidal pilgrimage;
Stomping in a muck
of regret and fear and pain and emptiness;
Helplessly drifting
into an endless waveless ocean
of meaningless nothingness;
I felt a tingle of comforting warmth
in the palm of my hand;
where her warm tender skin had firmly enveloped mine
Beaconing defiantly;
like an undying ember in the bottom of the darkest ocean;
And forged a smile
of sly, condescending, overarching triumph
T’is absolutely, undeniably most definitely Checkmate!
For t’wont be long till she swoops in
and slays this cowardly beast
—Who’s been poking the bear
from the comforts of the cover of darkness -
Saving me and saving her kingdom in the process.
For Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
And this woman is not only scorned;
But hath also finally found the secret lair of the beast.
This is a poem about the kind of mental liberation that one can only get from facing their demons and refusing to be controlled by their fears and regrets.But most times, this journey is only possible when one finds something worth fighting for. Enjoy!
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