poetry

Essence in Flight

Nothing I was

I am nothing

Ground to dust

A lowly thing

 

I become who

Transformed to what

Seeking to renew

Myself I trust

 

All not pleased

Few rejoice

This new me

Bitter choice

 

Obey my heart

Listen to mind

Oppression depart

Prison behind

 

Free my soul

Follow my love

Truth my goal

A flying dove

 

Lift me high

Take my hand

Make me fly

Become a man

 

Passion truth

Obligation lie

Fresh as dew

The other dry

 

I come to you

You receive me

Together renew

Us will be

 

 

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