Sometimes I search to find myself
Within the rubble and broken down mess
Of ages
And then it is I weep
To discover that I was asleep
Or in a kind of trance
For all of these years
As I look back on the past
It seems there are no longer
Any more questions to ask
For I know the answers
And in many ways they cripple me
For there is no new life in the old skin
Anymore for me
What will it take for my soul to be free?
For my caterpillar self to finally
Find her wings
And embrace new life?
For even knee deep
Amidst all of these old bones
I feel the longing for a new home
Calling to me
Maybe both
From deep within
And across the seas
Saying the only question I must now ponder
Is how my soul
Can finally find the way
To new life
A new skin
A new home
To finally discover
A place to be free
You are free my friend… the only restraints we have are the ones we create for ourselves internally. I have held myself back for years and writing is my way of becoming free. You write so beautifully and help so many so thank you 🙏
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I am free Michelle i put myself in prison with my thoughts so yes, its a self imposed prison. Thanks so much for your affirmation. ❤
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I feel the same way, it is like being in a fog or wearing blinkers cannot see the reality. Perhaps a spell has been cast to hold you back to stop you finding out who you are. Take care. Some people’s restraints are their own but others have constraints put in place by evil and they have to be removed.
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Sometimes i think I cast my own spells with my thinking.. 🙄
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We do curse ourselves
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Congrats on finally, arriving, to exactly where you’re, supposed, to be, in you life, some of us, never, ever, quite get there, for our whole lives…
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