Already we’re
so high
Above the worries that grip me so tight
Confines of anxiety
Turn into shapes
Of alligators and snakes
The sky now holds my pain
It feels weightless
And I give it a name
Freedom
And disperse her pieces
Far below
Ashes to the ocean
Love this.
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Thank you! 🙂
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I felt Lorca and Neruda through that.
Well done, I loved it.
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Thank you very much
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