Tapers blaze everywhere
inside this secret chamber,
illuminating long-abandoned hungers,
well-disguised but living still
in unacknowledged splendor.
Carefully I pick up each and every one
knowing its dimensions,
fingers exploring familiar outlines,
with the magnifying glass of liberation
each gothic carven contour
coming alive in my questing hands.
What to do now that I have reclaimed
Is it meet to now display them boldly,
mixing sacred icons carelessly
with the profane?
Or should perhaps I bequeath them
to newer, fresher eyes,
someone better fitted to appreciate unaided
the power and the beauty
captured mute inside each timeless heirloom?
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Rediscovering and reclaiming the self.