The Sword

The Sword

Take all the emotion that I've ever felt, and seal it in a room without any doors.
For all my existence it shadowed me as if it were another person, creeping
watching, but most importantly, guiding.
But now, but now, emotion, I have to let you go.
Since we've been together for all these years, I merely wanted to let you know.
You're as much a part of me as the sword was of the stone.
The very same sword that's been wedged within a rock for all of eternity, waiting for the right person to come along, patiently, quietly, lonely...

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Nice use of imagery to show the intensity and impatience of emotion and the reluctant acceptance of how things are. The exchange of the shadow for a real person ties it together nicely :)