A Plea
Heal me, for my scars
are deep and wide
as water in the ocean
tinted in shades blue,
like my heart
that knows
no happiness
for it's smile is stifled.
Set me free
from the shackles
where my soul is bound
like a slave;
let me fly
once again
like an eagle
on the horizon.
TBC
January 13, 2023, PST, SPC
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2024
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