• Free?

    by  • September 16, 2010 • Letting Go, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    My heart has gone away;
    I think I set it free.
    It stumbles over land,
    It sails across the sea.

    I cannot hold it here,
    Growing tarnished, growing dark.
    My heart deserves its freedom,
    A chance to find its counterpart.

    For too long its been captured,
    Held hostage by my woe.
    Quietly resenting
    Its unrelenting foe.

    The sun begins to shine,
    The clouds begin to clear.
    The storm is not yet over,
    But the end is drawing near.

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