Sunday, June 18, 2006

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Fettered hand in the nude yellow glow
Struggles to break free, and lift
its contained self in an arm
stretched to the sky.

Anxious mind plaqued by a hazy
fear of the unknown, a ubiquitous
dark, dim, dull pain shadowing the
bright light that otherwise is.

But it emerges, stronger, and banishes
the speckle on the sense;
Having partaken of goodness, the taste
of freedom lingers still.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I chanced upon your blog and really loved this poem. I have penned a few of my own and am in the process of creating my blog

will keep u updated

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