Bracketed by a million beginnings and endings
Born of bondage to approval and praise
Charred by loss and heartache
Forever tied to the doom of being a slave,
to the insurmountable worldly ways.
But I may be free
In that moment, when the depth of my breath reveals
An enchanting face,
Who is ready to walk through each digit,
between zero to infinity
Who holds my hand and whispers a quiet "trust me"
Smiles and gently points, at the bent branches of a fruit-laden tree;
Breaks open the womb of deepest earth, to sow a seed
...Of loving gazes
...Of Hopes and dreams
In that one moment, when Truth walks in...
I may be free!