There was a period in my life
- years -
when my heart was numbed
and nailed to the floor.
I persuaded myself
to live a vision not my own
and by degrees
be slowly driven into the ground.
A few short, sharp words
loosened the nails
and I flew home
to a place I had dreamed
was lost and gone.
And now I stay, nestled,
in this hilly space.
My heart grows
and soars like a hawk.
I give tribute to the stars that be -
If not for them
there would be no me.
Isn't it amazing what happens when we finally stop and realize that the only way to be is to be ourselves? The sounds in this one, seem happy and light, a very apt creation to the sense of the piece.
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