When I'm free, my world's on fire
and I run an unbridled race
of giddy, love, and sanctimonia
until exhausted, breathless
I fall shattered before you.
When I'm free, I know no other state
of being and I chase
all of my fancies here and there
until I realize they're, too, empty
as I am with them.
When I'm free, there's no reason
to remember where I've been
and no need to ponder past decisions
or memories that left me withered---
for now, I am free, after all.
JH
10.16.16/12.06.16
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Poetry"I've been trying to put it to words, to collect those thoughts wholly, and to combine them singularly into an explanation--- Not an excuse. Not an apology. Not a proposal." From 'With You I'll Never Hang My Noose" My 2015...
