by GusL89Suva, Central, Fiji
Dec 2015 674 Views 2 comments
Freedom
As I stare into your eyes,
I gaze deeply into your soul,
So beautiful, yet so torn,
Torn by the wreckage of your past,
Stretched far from reality,
Hidden from the world outside,
Fear, shackled deep within,
A mess,
Yes-
But a beautiful message indeed,
So rugged, war-torn,
Out of the wreckage,
A phoenix reborn-
Born fourth from the ashes of pain,
Your wings stretched out,
Soar into the wind
And never be seen again.
Free at last.
I gaze deeply into your soul,
So beautiful, yet so torn,
Torn by the wreckage of your past,
Stretched far from reality,
Hidden from the world outside,
Fear, shackled deep within,
A mess,
Yes-
But a beautiful message indeed,
So rugged, war-torn,
Out of the wreckage,
A phoenix reborn-
Born fourth from the ashes of pain,
Your wings stretched out,
Soar into the wind
And never be seen again.
Free at last.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2015
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