Bound Freedom

I stare into the blackness

Of the night that is my heart

Longing for the shackles

To bind my wrists

But set my heart free

There is a light somewhere

In the creeping, silent dark

And my soul reaches for it

Grappling blindly with the chains

The chains that have no name

But he is there

Calling my heart back

Calling me back home

Twenty-three summers have passed

And another approaches

Still I am old

Weary with the long stretch

Of dark road

And still his voice calls to me

I must follow

As though my heart were bound to him

And I must answer his call

How far must I go?

Can I carry on?

And then there he is

His face like a beacon

Cutting through my darkness

And the shell around my soul

Shatters into a million pieces

The swelling of my heart

Filling me fit to burst

My eyes meet his

Then lower to meet his soul

Touching mine

And the shackles 'round my heart

Dissolve

My body bound

My heart is truly free

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