LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

One day, we will be truly free,

But we are not, not yet.

We walk in dreams, in promises,

In the hope that graces us.

The invisible chains that bind us

Are forged in fear and illusion,

And, although we long for freedom,

We still sail in darkness.

There’s a horizon that calls, distant,

A space where the spirit flies,

But for now, we are pilgrims,

Tethered to the earth that forgives us.

That day will come, I know it will,

When the bonds dissolve in the wind,

And we will be free, at last,

Without the weight of time or torment.

But we are not, not yet,

There are lessons we need to live,

So that, when freedom touches us,

We will truly know what it is to be.

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