releasing
as I lay here I’m releasing,
unshackling constraints of my condition
my belief, it ends with war, killing and religion
I refuse to carry the burdens
of other peoples afflictions,
I’m on a path in which nothing is given,
left only to scribe all that I feel on the inside
each word written will one day reveal a map,
an amalgamation of everything I’ve learnt
and the little I have taught,
all that we sacrifice is never lost,
it simply ferments and becomes the best of us,
finally when arthritis and memory loss
has removed all I’ve grown to be,
only then will you know, only then will you see
whatever hand this life dealt
never got the better of me
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