Day Three – Am I Free

Am I weighted down or am I free

Feet upon the ground so I must be

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It’s hard to let go of something you never had

A conflict of interests tugs at my two halves

Interesting to be presently far away

While a mini portion of me still stays

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I’m years behind using doves and ravens for communication

Nothing can make it over the mountains

My message means more merely with each pen stroke

The days and nights fly by as I’m frozen watching the hands of the clock tower

It reads amatur hour

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The smoke smell fills and floods the room

A warning that it’s not air tight in my cocoon

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I’m mourning the loss of myself

Heartbroken over something I did to me

Is it better to have beauty or wealth

This must come off pretty narcissistically