Last Slip

One more sapphire string to be thread.
One more ruby jewel to be bled.

On more string to braid.
I’m not afraid.

Of my final slip.
I’m no longer holding the whip

On the fence.

What’s my side.
Where will I ride.

Who will I choose.
What will I loose.

At what cost.
What have I lost.

On my final mission.
I’m in the position.

To say goodbye.
No more tears to cry.

No more tears.
No more fears.

Lost but found.
On solid ground.

This is me.
Finally free.