I sprawl into a projected future,
boundless and free,
liberty at its peak.
Familiarized with the vastness of its nature, I'm drawn.
My heart can speak beyond its cage, every part of me can speak and voice out,
Its intentions and deliberations surging through the vessels.
Was lost, but now found.
My mind discovers the eye of purpose,
Seeing the ability past the disability,
Refined.
No more aimless,
There's a risk goal,
Without a gaol.
Hopeful,
I waited.
Then, forged ahead,
I've found my right within the "Write".
I've uncovered purpose,
I'm thankful I'm a Writer.
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She Is A Strong Nation
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She Is A Strong Nation
Poetry"Beauty in the broken" Receive the breaking to become broken, Release the insurgency to regain freedom And embody healing. There's truly beauty, wholeness, comfort, humility, passion and Fire for Love and All God embodies, in the broken; where sight...
