Where is the trickle of hope
if in fear we live?
We have let the powers rope us,
tie us, knotting their twine
of undermining and upsetting
strings of self loathing.
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We shake and shiver in the
shadows, shushing the voice
that cries within us like a knife
to cut the line that entangles,
that binds until we will find
that we’ve
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fingers strong enough to
untie the cords of domination
and cut the lacings of control,
releasing within each of us
the dancing light of worth
the music of intuition,
and the drums of loving,
A future and the freedom to
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grasp it hungrily.
