… Bound in the shallow of an existence,
Every move, safe-measured.
Every pleasure of half step;
Never daring the tide of an aching soul- half curious.
… Peering with soul-like gaze,
Looking, barely seeing.
hearing not listening.
Touching without feeling.
All senses dulled by the opiate of pain, lived or imagined…
… How now the Gordian Knot of my spirit untied?
Your unrelenting heart? Your stoic faithfulness?
Every moment in contemplation, a moment lost!
I am free… To laugh, to weep at all measures.
To try, to fail, to change, to grow.
I am free… To love and to be loved!! …