Healing & Freedom

Cleansing myself with words from God

Uttered through melodies of Truth

Wrapping themselves around my broken heart

Soothing my soul.

Peace is no longer a state of being

But a prerequisite to healing

Freedom from this earthly cage

Spreading my wings in search of a better place to stay

The wind is my only companion

A whisper in my ear of the promise land.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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