Passion and Emotion
Restraint was something I thought was an ideal.
I never thought I could be wrong.
But I was.
Holding things back has its place, but to do it all times…
Was foolish, and more,
I needed to let the passion free.
I needed to let the emotion free.
And I did…
Words set me free,
Putting them together helped create liberation.
Freeing me from a prison of my own making.
Moving me into the light.
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