Black Poetry : Freedom

thatgirl74

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Time is said to heal all wounds.
Yet the tick tick and moving of the hands
Doesn’t remove the chains that hold us in place.
You to I and I to you,to a moment replayed over and over
The pain as real as yesterday. Instant replay keeps the chasm in my heart as wide
As the sky outside and I cry with the thoughts and questions that time can’t seem to answer.
Until the moment I decide to open my hands and release, exhale, let go. Discovering the key to
The locks that holds us in place frozen like a mannequin not breathing, not living just stuck.
The key, forgivenesses. Seems so simple, yet if I let go I feel so vulnerable, like I gave up something.
But what was I really holding on to?
In my hands as nothing but pain and heartache and betrayal.
So I open my hands and I let them go knowing that what I release will be replaced with something greater.

Freedom.
 

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