I. Know. Freedom.
Mark my skin
time trailing
slow as rain across life
each breath the punch of a needle
laying ink
dark sorrow
brilliant sighs
I thought I knew the world
knew my place, my purpose
Like the rain
Time brings the summer
The heat of change
and I
am shy as August
If life were a year
From January wonder
to December dust
The thread of law and control
could never hold me
Not a thread
Not stitched
I am water
I am ink
slipping into the renewing rain
On a boat made of will, I abandon January and expectations
December will never touch me
for
I
know
freedom
I write it with ink in my skin, my soul
in fragile whispering will
I know freedom
Mark my skin
time trailing
slow as rain across life
each breath the punch of a needle
laying ink
dark sorrow
brilliant sighs
I thought I knew the world
knew my place, my purpose
Time brings the summer
The heat of change
and I
am shy as August
If life were a year
From January wonder
to December dust
The thread of law and control
Not a thread
Not stitched
I am water
I am ink
slipping into the renewing rain
for
I
know
freedom
I write it with ink in my skin, my soul
in fragile whispering will
I know freedom
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