When the words can't be formed,
from the feelings in my heart.
When the pain to endure,
becomes such an arduous plight....
...gives way to such wonders as,
should I take flight?
Free..
to start life anew,
from the inner turmoils...
t'would certainly give way
to a new kind of day.
One...
where the mind can roam free,
and the heart...
is at rest.
To escape from the pain
of the heart's chained existence,
the fear that remains
has yet to see fit...
Is there no alleviation
from this life I've created?
Life is as it is....
........ so be it.
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Very nice dear Nancy, we all seek freedom but make our own prison, I think your Poem expresses that feeling beautifully, Love David