Life is hard
when your spirit
longs to take to the sky
and be free
but your heart
is tethered
to the earth. The
tension on the chain
is enough to
break your soul
into two bloody parts.
Has broken.
One part
lies bleeding
on the ground,
the other drips drops
of deep red
as it’s dragged along
through the sky on
the end of the chain
so that everywhere you go
you are only reminded
of how your life is
slowly bleeding to death.
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I have another request to reblog! May I reblog this too!
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Sure. You’re always welcome to do that.
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You do it so beautifully! I could so relate to this.
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Thanks, hon. That one was on a whim. I actually liked it! I don’t often like stuff I write!
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