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The Insubordinate Thief

My mind goes back to a time long ago

Where I had lived without seeing.

The memory, faint, lingers like a cold

Terrorizing my very being.

Lost on a path from all I had known

A star losing its light.

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I tried with all of my might.

A door was left open so far from me

All I had to do was reach.

But there on the threshold mockingly stood

The insubordinate thief.

He told me to leave this foolish endeavor

Of stepping out into the light.

To turn back, forget, and never attempt

To spread my wings and take flight.

Convincing, conniving, and jealous he was

And ruthless to virtually no end.  

His tricks and his games would always defeat

And I’d try my best to defend.

Bloodied and bruised I lay on the floor

When he had taken his fill.

It was right then and there I knew I could stand

And exercise my own kind of will.

A battle royale had commenced there between

The insubordinate thief and I.

I’d taken the blows and sent them right back

Until I would see that thief die.

He muttered a whisper, a squeamish request;

“This is what I ask of you now:

Take what you did to me on this day

and show all your brethren how.

“How you defeated me with your own strength

And what this victory means.

The future is yours, I can’t interfere,

Your mind is free now it seems.”

And now to this day I still can recall

The touch of that thief’s icy hand.

But far from me now he’ll always remain

Away from where I now stand.

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