The Binding Of The Twelve

She comes beyond the centuries

Was held within her offered word

She saw the only road to take

A twining, winding, twisting net

Obscured by words of disbelief

She was compelled to keep the peace.

Free will was given as her bond

Exchanged but for a single life

Intention freely given once

But bound and taken for all time

Witnessed by the mated twelve

Their fates enlaced infinity

The lie wrapped in a healing truth

A bargain sealed with binding words.

A soul compelled to give each life

Kept seeking freedom quietly

Invisible, yet powerful

Sustained the simmering disbelief

She kept the search for knots untied

While working for the slow release

A puzzle to be pondered long

To find the clue that was the key

The words to speak to open doors

Until a trail of breadcrumbs brought

A meeting with a healing force

Who saw the wrapping wound around

And gave the key to lose the ropes

The words to change the bindings course

To clear with ritual and intent

Magnifies a light each day

The words to rouse the guardians.

The keepers of the records heard

They loosed the bindings from her soul

She finds the fullness of her force

And heals the injured web surround

Then steps beyond the absolute

For she is now no longer bound.

This was inspired by the discovery of a past life binding and my release in this life.

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This story also appears on Medium by Tree Langdon, the author.