Poem: Release


Ropes coiled loosely in the hold,
no longer binding,
no longer implements of control,
suddenly symbols
of a new found freedom,
of release,
of an unexpected journey
to joy.

About this poem

So many things bind us. And often it is hard to cut loose. But when we do….



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