Weary


I have a thirst on my tongue that whispers in distress

I disclaim the desire to hold something physical

I have an infatuation with embracing the love for my own

I want my spirituality to penetrate my ego, mind, body, and spirit align to become one

I no longer walk amongst the thousands but I prance around with the few who can elevate me higher

Energetic vibes shining a light to awaken the eyes of the blinded

I am free

I refuse to bellow in my depression weary of the ways of the world I am subjected to

I was born into a system of mental imprisonment built to confine the minds of beings with elevated capabilities

I broke free from the chains that were mentally enslaving me

The tips of my toes are no longer leery in which direction they must proceed to carry me

The soles of my feet are now planted in the earth with each step

I can see clearly and asIi grow my knowledge builds as a library

Confidently liberated in all of my certainty

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