Damaged, by Plumb
FALLING FOR FREEDOM
So you’re free now, from the pain of disappointment and desperation
And the day is an open blank page and you are the only one with the crayons
And there are no lines to avoid
And no pretenses to keep up
And no more fear of fighting
Who will deliver you from loneliness?
Unless you have several REAL alter ego’s, split personalities, or still kicking invisible childhood friends…..you are still all you got
And you are still free
So you’re free now, from the lung-crushing pressure of keeping up
Keeping it down
Smoking, drinking, spinning it all around
Like a youtube visual of your spoiled child-self burning down the house
Pulling out the stops
Stop this stop that
Do this do that
And self-doubt crouches outside the door
You take another one, out and over and you don’t look back
Who will deliver you from your body?
From the nature of your natural self?
Self-condemnation, self-abuse, self-denial
You are still both spirit and flesh
And you are still free
Free to win,
Free to lose,
Free to love
Free to fear
Free to be truth
Even in a world of lies
Are any of us totally free?
Freedom is not a trade-off
This burden for that…..
For another dream, another hope, another self-made top hat…..
Freedom is when something falls away that once held us down
Freedom is when we stop hurting ourselves
Freedom is when we admit we are afraid while we are thanking God for another chance to be unafraid. Sophie aka Michelle
Hello broken wind what is it to live in the eyes of the maker? Does it mean that even now I can talk with you? I am uneasy. I am at unrest. Should there be a storm it would only clean the rubble, and make the path cleaner…..but it doesn’t, and the journey goes on…………and on………………and here I am at zero. Ground zzzzzzzero…….after all this time. And at the top of the stairs I wait for a sign………………..that doesn’t come. It’s perhaps time to go Home. I once asked for freedom……..and now, at it’s door, I question ……… and ponder…..and pick apart. The doubt like a bad dream here, ever present, ever near, unlike, oh saviour of my life the hope. I am a homeless child, a waif, and a vagabond. Blind, and out of hope. Father, I have tried everything. I have worked, cried, prayed, set still. I am alone. I am void……and festering…… And this is not liberty. I am in more bondage than ever…..and so what is love?? Here on earth? and I can’t come home…..because I cant sleep….and dreams are for those who can’t handle being awake…Father, I am at a crossroad. I didn’t sign up for this. And I am weary. Where is home? There is no port in this storm. And there are tears, and sadness, and a longing for a promise that seems so far in a distance, so long gone, so unforgotten. And so I look for you, and imagine that you are here……