Deep
The intricate twisting of knots,
Restricting the ability to move and breathe–
Freely.
Surrounding us daily–
Tying us into dependency,
When we don’t need it–
Or do we?
Is that why we can’t move?
Will the ropes release us if we accept the truth?
We are only what we are…
The knots begin to loosen.
Copyright © Forrest Wieseckel | Year Posted 2010
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