ryanmaginn
- Apr 11
- 1 min read

healing

I wept at the crescendo of the strings

my heart full

of tears from yesteryear

now my soul sings

'Freedom' She whispers,

if I can hear it

My birthright to claim

if I don't fear it

'More' says the mind

wanting to be fed

'Home' says the Mother

patting his little head

I am home unto myself

Power Divine

I belong to no one

and my soul is mine

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