These permanent scars, I've left on my own sleeves.
Will I ever be free?
Will I never, not plead?
A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
2 comments:
I think you will be free; someday we all will be free.
It takes a lot of time and sometimes it takes other people longer to become free.
Sometimes I replay the song Hallelujah because I feel like I am "being tied to a kitchen chair." and being told to change everything about myself.
You are wonderful, keep your chin up this New Year. May it be the one that sets you free.
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” — George Bernard Shaw
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