Hallow Freedom

Within the heart there is a little flame.

Some call it desire, while others call it pain.

It rushes in and claims a being.

Whimpering eyes, freedom is bleeding.


And this my wanting, frail and done.

Claiming wholeness, one by one.

Searching for the smallest things.

Wondering how I found these rings.


But rings are hollow, tight and hard.

Longing lives in what, this shard.

And so my heart cascades for love.

Whisper into me your prayers above.


No timing, no rail.

Only longings can pail.

But ride me still into night.

Feeling the tears of my fright.


Not long until I may reclaim.

All that belongs to my heart and its pain.

Feel me once and then let go

Wanting longing this I know.


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