There is a strange calm

In liberation

To not deny oneself

The zeal of spirit

The rejuvenation of non-reticence

How it fills every crevice

Breathing life

Into that which only inhaled and exhaled

Those who hold their breaths and steps

Their dreams and woes

The brink of fear at all times marking

What when the glass breaks

What when the anger booms

What when the whip cracks

What when dreams shatter

What when the heart falls

Nothing, love

Nothing, but, liberation.



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