Freedom

Freedom

 

I have fought the “good” fight
long and hard,
flailed this way and that,
wielded my weighty sword
to exhaustion ~

Only to find
only to find,
irony of ironies,
that freedom
has been my constant
companion
in the very breath I breathe
everywhere I am;
simply waiting to be
welcomed
as my loyal friend,
to be claimed fully,
powerfully, delightfully
as my own true nature.

Freedom
me
my own.

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