Soar

Emptied out,
there is nothing left
for me
to do.
Letting it out,
leaving everything open,
hurts,
but that is what's necessary.
Feeling a constant pull
from each side
to do this,
stop that.

Wait--

Take a breath
and look.
Your cover is gone;
now you can fly,
now you can
soar.
Back home!
Songs of Me
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