A life trapped inside?
A voice that yearns to tell the truth?
Knock…knock… knock
Who is there…Who is there
Courageous who we are
just to be here
Clipped wing
Skin shed shake quiver tremor
Hold not so so close not to tight
But squeeze oh so much much more
Step into this place here a shelter
Secret soft singing of the Soul
Come…Come…Come
It is no longer me I am
Everything
Fall fade away
There is no way out
Only all the way into and through...
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