Contributor: Nala Jimway

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If I could just get free
cut through this shell
spread my wings, glistening in the light
cathedral windows
ready to fly.

If I could just get free
I would be as a thunderstorm
a hurricane
violent and lashing
wind and rain
my fury
my force
my passion.

If I could just get free
each day would be an unfolding moment
of river-flow love
of sweetness
need
and beauty.

If I could just get free.


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