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''But this is not the Abbarratt . . .''

Someone Like Me

July-August 2002
last modified August 25, 2002

by Amy R.

Disclaimers, citations and credits appear in the endnote of this Forever Knight fanfiction poem.


 
On a good day, I know that I
am not the first to walk this road.
They left tracks for me to follow,
those unknown saints who succeeded
in escaping this life alive.

Once, anciently, in India,
someone like me sought for a cure
and found it, and a Sanskrit scribe
entered it in the Abbarratt
to treat this evil infection.

And in the Mayan Empire
someone else like me craved release
and took it, and a craft master
carved it in ritual jade cups
as a key to this dark prison.

When Mississauga wisdom soared,
someone like me could beg cleansing
and receive it, and heritage
preserved the talent and teaching
of purging this cursed corruption.

When I think on the hope I share
with those dead who won through to life
I'm less alone.  In company,
I take a step and make it through
one more day -- and it's a good day.


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