Wednesday, 7 September 2011

I am...

I am your thoughts
the wind whispers
loud, ragged, angry
when you cannot voice how you feel
can you not hear me speak
inside your head,
waiting to be freed

I am your heart
the sun says
warm, cosy, shining
all those feelings you hold inside
bursting to get out
can you not hear me pound your chest
burning bright

I am your soul
the sea says
cascading, flowing, pure
when there is nothing left
but your empty shell
I will be what carries you forth
never-ending to freedom

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