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In spite of myself

I had to find freedom from the voices

Whispers meant to attach lies to cover truth

Glances designed to confirm a vision long since glazed over and hazy

My tears have filled rivers

And dried up streams

Mountains climbed in solitude

Screams trapped inside my throat

 I thought my team was filled with more players

But my eyes blinked and I realized it has always been

Minus you

A space filled with an illusion of your presence

Now the space has slowly made room

For me

Gaps filled in

And holes lined with strong bold lines of truth

There is a freedom here

Finally

A freedom filled to the brim with security

That someone who is honest

Dedicated

Respectful of my character

And appreciative of my dreams

Finally

There is my freedom

Steady in its search to find its place

 In simply

Wholly

Completely

And decisively

Me

 

© 2009 Brandelyn N. Castine 

 

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