Spirit

I am the dream you’re afraid of.

The proposition you don’t want to hear.

The heart that presses against your rib cage.

The beat that won’t stop inside the music.

Pieces that weren’t meant to fit existing.

Both sides of the coin landing at once.

That each of us holds our passions with random needs

Desires

And have no use for the oppression we resist

While everything brings tears upon our cheeks releasing emotions

I’m unable to speak.
AKC
©3/27/19

 

First posted on FB, content edited.
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