Oh Sweet Lie of Mine

I wake up in a silent knowing of all that is to unfold,

The trees sway as if beckoning me forward into the warm embrace,

A stream trickles in the distance singing its sweet tune of eternity. .

I open my book to the final chapter, 

Savouring the final moments I hold onto this story,

Oh sweet lie I choose to live by,

I believe it is time that I let you go, It’s time to fly.

The last words don’t bring the pain of a goodbye,

They bring the softness of a blossoming beginning,

For I am tired of the way this narrative has been unfolding,

Yet the cover is worn with years of use and the pages stained with unknown substances,

Yet every word was memorised in my brain, etched in the way my soul behaved,

This is the last time I will lay eyes on a story designed to sweeten my lie,

The fire is a good place for the pages to die.

~ Beyond Light Academy