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Rummaging through the clutter
To dig out the friend of old
The light glints off it
When you pull it out
From its exile
So long buried away
Not needed
As reality was hidden
Concealed
Living a lie
Until it too comes to light
Hitting home
Forcing you back down
To that friend of old
Who glides across your skin
Parting the way to the red sea.

But that’s as far as it goes
Because aside from the bluntness
There’s the lack of courage to go
Any further.
But cowardice is the epitomy
Of all that you see
That leads me to
Dig out this friend of old.
Internalise it
Personalse it
Just out of sight.
And when it’s done,
Finally feel something
Sheath it back and
Say goodbye to the friend of old.
Until tomorrow.