Solace

The way to liberty is within me
The faces around a table
Shouting, screaming
It’s me you wanna be
I must choose if I’m able
Exactly who I want to be
Meanwhile, it is she who reflects
My many faces back to me
Timing is everything
When words have deeper meaning
Than superficially seeming
Wrapped in embrace
I find the inner me
It’s a deeper, more vivid
Version lit with energy
A fleeting glimpse of another reality
Potentiality
Voices silenced
Momentarily
I’m getting closer
I’m getting nearer
Beginnings and endings
Intertwined
In this I find
Solace

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