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I see birds overhead.
Flying free.
Once again.
So many!
With white-tipped wings.
In the wind.
And I am reminded...
that God is setting me free.
From slavery.
I am flying free.
More every day.
And someday...
I will be free.
Completely.
i cry in the night
with no one to share my grief
just the moon and stars
my tears stream down unnoticed
now that I have lost it all
and my past and my future
blur to distant horizons
and my life seems a mirage
yet somewhere deep inside me
there is a tiny glimmer
that refuses to be snuffed
defiant, ever hopeful
reaching for the sun
Choka
You're a silver-lined cloud on a bleak and dreary day
You're the invisible force standing in my way

You're a mockingbird's song on a clear summer night
You're the hot tears shed from a too-bright light

You're the solitary thing that I cannot live without
You're the cruel temptation of an impossible route

You're these words that I write, all coming out wrong
You're the inspiration that has taken far too long
I
A cold grey stone
Rolling on the river bed,

Under a rippling fabric,
A tormented water.

Small percussive knocks on the bottom,
Known only to fish.

And your heart sits shallow
In your chest.

Yes, from where I stand
I can see that

Your heart sits shallow
In your chest.
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