To Be

MorrighanThe sound of my demise is a “beep” and a shoe size,
An enterprise with lies that belies what it tries,
To be.
It is providence that keeps me.
Strength that I see in three with three that defeats me.
My pride.
It is for her to decide.
That I divide and hide what’s inside yet untried,
But known.
It is beyond my own.
There is no throne nor lone atone just self unknown,
To be.

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