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I reach but cannot touch what I reach for
I cannot seem to grasp what
I am reaching for
Yet I reach for something tangibly reachable
To have and hold and never intently let go
Still I know to have and hold is to let go
I am tangible reachable and must be let go too
How can I lose what I have not grasped I ask
Why is the lost so great for something that
I did not have I did not hold and did not touch
With these hands of mines how could it have been mines
It was just notarized lines null void and lies
A prospective of what existed to have and to hold
Still never had never held in these hands of mines
Still I had to let go of the tangible property
Left to me on worthless invaluable paper
Lines of true intentions written in perfect ink from a pen
A pen that inked me in opened the door and let me in
Holding on to the knob I still had to let go
And leave behind what was lawfully legally
Rightfully inherently without a shadow of doubt mines
Childhood memories house home tangibly turned to stone
Collected and hauled away by decieving snakes feeled with greed
Neither a leg nor legacy to stand on the shredded blessings
Inheritance theft took what heart I had left still
I reach for what’s not there One pebble
left behind intentialy of a broken and shattered memory
That pains my mind to remember and grieves my hear to let go
