keith hendrickson - Free

a new york dusk, long island specifically
with dust in my trails every thought is an epiphany
my soul is no longer similar to the time of my departure
the light breaks through like the arrow of an accurate archer
piercing and sharp was once the pain in my heart
but reversed are those feelings from a boy who was once cursed and in need of a healing
now with my potential seen i have no peak
my destiny is not a river or creek
but a vast ocean with which enlightenment i seek
a slow and egregious process it just may be
but the sun is almost up ready to shine down bright on me
i finally feel free

keith hendrickson

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