Don’t give in to the chase;
Let it run through your veins
Setting fire to your shackles and chains!
Set a course for the sun!
Passing stars as you run,
Let them kiss at the scars on your face.
Part of me roots to the ground,
But most of me is drifting through space…
Great poem!
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Thank you! There are more to come. I’m typing most of what I already have written out now.
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