What if we are all bound in some way. In a moment. One that we carry so carefully so that no one will see that we forget to let it go. Or in the sound of goodbye that resonates through the years, in every moment; every step we hear the echo, not yet knowing that is was meant to set us free Or in a lie, that we are not beautiful, we are not loveable, or capable, or enough. Or in my case, fear, fear that I will lose what I cannot afford to lose if I hold my tongue, if I bow to a command. Or in a life, so lost and wandering that we forget to open the door to love A life busy running that the only sound at the end of the road Is unsettled chaos Empty hopes Moments left forgotten Moments lost to avoidance Can we really turn around Can we really find our way back? Are we just looking for the guiding hand The one so brave that it defies reckless comments, rejects lifes demands Just to reach into the wide open just to take their true loves hand?
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 00:43:34 +0000
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