thoughts processing
deep breaths
pounding heart
a desire to know
to be crumpled by the truth
or to have it set me free
but a still, small part of me
something not of flesh and bone
whispering that this is unwise
whispering that i need freedom
more than i need truth
i want, want, want the truth
but oh, i crave the freedom
follow the freedom
grace will come
and the freedom will set you true
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awesome, kelly.
i miss the poetry.
both yours and mine.
i'm glad you're back to it... i wish i could find my way.
Thanks Martha :) I've missed yours and mine as well. It's certainly been a long time for me, and I dunno, it just found me last night, and I'm glad that it did. I hope that it finds you soon too.
To give proper credit thought, "follow the freedom" is a phrase that belongs to another, and from these wise words, I built the rest of this.
Kelly, this is so good. I can relate to it on so many levels, and I think almost anyone could as they search for both truth and freedom.
Like you and Martha, I want to start writing poetry again too. I haven't since I took that creative writing class. I might need to find a book of prompts or something.
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