* for the best *
I should take it well
This rejection for reasons moral
Look into my own heart
Realise is for the best
The tangled threads would be woven
Feet become cloven
Should retain stiff upper lip
Set face to future
Ignore this present farce
Should could and would
Except Heart a banner in the wind
Fluttering frayed and torn
A rag of insecurities
Inside frail bone cage
So this blow true
Shakes my body mortal
To roots of thoughts coil
Annihilation of opportunity
Another dead end for hope.
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