Real Freedom...
My cry echoed
in the wilderness,
the tears of anger that
watered my resentments,
became the sweet balm
of my personal resurrection.
Escaping a self made hell,
no longer the victim of
self inflicted wounds,
while breaking through
the shackles of my indifference,
I moved to salvation and
the light of life,
no longer broken, but
healed by grace
and by love,
a man...free....unbound,
no longer haunted by the
ghosts of his past.
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Thoughts on a life...
