Redemption

Let Go…Please

I've had enough; things are meant to be free, including me.

For years thoughts of us still lingers in my mind

But its not me who decides to keep them

I want to walk with my legs again, yet the bolder over my shoulder forbids me to do so

The sweet memories of us are starting to slip through my fingers; what have become of us?

Monsters?

Snakes?

Your a person that now lies just to get it "thier way"

Let go of us, the memories that no longer live in the world need to go to the land of thoughts…

Do you— Do you understand my thoughts?

Indeed, I have to admit that it have always been hard for me to let go

It's hard for me to accept that I'm not an angel

I cannot be cleanse unless I see where I am

I need to remember that I am but a lamb

The wings clipped off my back hurts emotionally every single day

My resentment to the Lord are due to my fault

The grains of sand that are trapped in between my fingers

I clench my fist, gazing towards the ocean, due to my jealousy

I try so hard to remember that I matter, that I'm not a mere shadow

As I brush the canvas in front of me it is no longer incognito

I so long to be a darling

I so long to be pretty

And I so long to be free entirely

Freed of your wicked embrace

Redeem to light at once; let me repent of everything

But at last, I am safe

I need not cling you this way

But for me, our memories do stay

Not only here but at both ways; both worlds our memories will stay

If not you nor I then at the hands of Father Time

My gaze is now painted; full of grace

My subjective well being is equal to an olive branch

My chest is at ease, beautiful as the flowered field land

If I recall this feel I feel is titled as happiness

The happiness I experience brings me stability

It's helping you to lessen your grip of me

Finally free of sick tragedies

Free to let go of my unhappiness; the sorrow of sour goat milk

I need not of wings but walk with my legs and cover me with silk

Quickly, wrap my body of bruises and let it heal

The joy I feel…

What can I say but unimaginably real