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Unbound

I will not stand still or hope without cause
Or leave my mind burdened with baggage
Leave it weeping and tired.
Moments of joy skip over my sorrow filled mind
Like rocks on a pond they sink never to resurface
But not today
Today in a sigh of relief I began to breathe, to really breathe.

Tired shoulders hold burdens not even mine
Responsibility heaped upon them high like great mountains and someone else’s
Crimes attached to my spine to mark each step as black and dirty, black and dirty.
But today, the weight of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow slip down the back of my neck like a cold chill
I shiver at the thought of this freedom
At the thought of not wearing regret upon my heart or guilt as shoes
I wonder how I will walk with feet unbound
With burdens that are only mine
With dreams that come true or ones I toss away at my choosing
I wonder how I walk with feet unbound

F. Magdalene


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Comments

  • Beautifuldreamer
    Beautifuldreamerover 6 years ago

    “I wonder how I walk with feet unbound . . . " ooh, I like that!

  • Barbara Sparhawk
    Barbara Sparhawkover 6 years ago

    Heroic sense to this great upheaval you’ve written, this sensing new freedom. It’s a beautiful description for where the body holds constriction, torment, guilt; and you’re right… as we cripple ourselves so can we set ourselves free. “With dreams that come true or ones I toss away at my choosing” is really uplifting. And worthy of this epiphany.

  • F. Magdalene Austin
    F. Magdalene A...over 6 years ago

    Thank you everyone.
    Smiles to you and yours
    Austin

  • Leon A.  Walker
    Leon A. Walkerover 6 years ago

    I absolutely love this!!! Fantastic work and such insight! I just figured out you are also a writer!!! I will come back and spend more time.

  • Outdoors2
    Outdoors2over 6 years ago

    Wonderful release
    well done..;)

  • madvlad
    madvladover 6 years ago

    love, hate ,joy, injury, this is to be alive,and if able, over came, if not, the dark side wins, testing is testing, no other way,when we stop swimming up stream, we become lost in the ocean of,emptiness and? non living joys promise,keep venting, till you breath free of insult, wrongly accepted,forgive and be free,

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