Sudden silence of darkness
Coming to rest
In the disquieting gut
A Friday the thirteenth feel
Ominous waiting to pounce
To break the padlock of mystery
Locking weight into the chest
To breathe free a fantasy
Of misunderstood premonition
Anxious laden future invisibility
Blind in the lack of light
To release fear to fae
Angel and Universe alike
Belief and faith in their support
That luck be the source of magic
And let the mass shift
Debbie Gravett © 2022.05.13
FOWC: Padlock
RDP: Disquieting
Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay
Debbie Gravett 
This poem/delivery of words was so thought provoking. I really appreciate it. Especially…”that luck be a source of magic.” That touches on so many things
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Thank you so much. I want Friday the thirteenth not to be feared and seen as unlucky. I’m so glad you liked it and thank you for letting me know. Have an amazing day.
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