Woken from slumber
into this place
how strange, all of
this anger and hate to persist.
A solitude is woven so deeply
beneath the skin and bones.
into the wings of spirit,
-within these walls.
A need for freedom
won't give me rest
"oh soar beyond
this cage!"
it says.
An ache shows its presence
with each beat of my heart,
and I know that the ghosts
-are right.
inside the wings of spirit
-beyond my skin and bones
beyond my walls
O silence with life,
to be - alive with life
these needs are woven
deeply into my core.
A longing, oh yes
this unrelenting being
lives inside, in the wings of spirit
-within these walls.
A hunger so powerful
gently paves the way for peace
it lys in the wings of spirit
-within these walls.
It is the knowledge of wholeness
that keeps my body alive
And all these ghosts
are enertwined
within the wings of my spirit
in my body--my walls.
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