January 8, 2015

Freedom



too sad, too tired, too lost
who will understand the hurt
when aloneness overpowers
and slides down watery vines  
tears stain the ground
a clear drop, not a sound
captive amongst tangled roots
struggles just to be, to be free


alone in wintry nests
death flows in streams
to merge with the tide
death screams a tale
do not hide!
flow from ocean to the ocean
from shore to shore
in constant motion


in this death awakens your soul evermore




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