Have you given any thought,
To the state of your wound,
The shape of your heart,
The pace of your mood?
Disheveled and pale,
Shielded lest you fail...
All can hear the gale,
Of your silent wailing.....
Today...
A change will be made.
I have lifted the shade,
And refuse to remain jaded...
Today will I Find,
The holy Fire within,
Burning so brightly,
Like a thousand torches.
Tonight do I rise,
And shine like a thousand suns,
I have remembered.
I have redeemed.
I have claimed my Creed.
This, my deepest Need.
To Breathe in your Love and,
Scream.
I am.
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