I wept today
for a passion
of an existence
that was burdened
then set free
It wasn't I that cried
It was freedom
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dean langmuir (
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I wept today
for a passion
of an existence
that was burdened
then set free
It wasn't I that cried
It was freedom
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Comments1
(that cathartic release;
where we commune or empathise
so strongly, we loose a part of ourselves
to that moment or to that
which impacted us so strongly
and it may take us a lifetime, to recognise
what part of us, needed
such repressed feeling's, to be expressed
but, still
as the raindrops nurture life in our world
so do our tears, nurture
growth
within us...)
just such a succinct and powerful read
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks for comment LB,I was watching a singer that had gone thru hard times then sang with such passion it went straight thru me.take care.
yeah, music is a great vehicle
for making those deeper connections
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