Taste of freedom

There is a place where I dream of freedom

A place where the air is fresh

And my spirit feels at home

Riding the waves of ecstacy

That carry me to rest

Within the arms of the one who loves me

With an infinite love

This is a place where I can just breathe

Where all thoughts and ideas fall away

And all I can feel is the pulse of love

Echoing through my heartbeat

It is a place

Where I can never feel apart

From creation

Or separate in anyway

Only later in life is this place of freedom

Revealing itself to me

Only lately can I feel the tight constriction of death

Releasing its crippling stranglehold

Of my trauma bound muscles

My troubled heart

And often lately

It seems to me

That this place could only be found

After so much pain and sorrow

So many restless nights of wishing for a brighter tomorrow

After waking over and over

To the sound of hope shattering

Some say the death of hope is freedom

Some say the fear of love is the only thing

That keeps us locked up in prison

But until we surrender our hearts and bodies fully

To love and loss and grief

How will our souls ever taste

The oh so bittersweet

Taste of freedom?