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I feel that my voice is rising,
Rising.
Rising from the basement of a deep chasm.
Rising from the ashes of a part of me that had been sacrificed and burned alive,
Many moons ago.
This voice, as it rises,
brings with it a certain fear
A certain worry
A certain knowing
A knowing that tells me in secret thoughts
that are captured and released on the breath of the wind
That my power is not lost,
That my wisdom is not futile.
This voice that echos in my heart
Like a howl,
Or pushes upwards
almost grunting.
this voice that bellows with all the poetry of a passionate message
I am free
You are free
We are free.
A song that harmonizes with the beat of my blood flowing
Of the very functioning of me
A missive that declares,
That not even my own dark clouds can block my sun
That not even my own low moods can keep me down for long
There is space in the waves of sound that surround us
For my voice
For your voice
For my truth and yours
And for our truth
The truth of our being, our love and our pain
The truth of our fears and our struggle therein
Again that voice
The rising voice.
The not so distant voice.
I am love
I am love
I am love
I am free
I am free
I am free.
Nothing can keep me down
Not even my own dark clouds.
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