The Cork
THE CORK
You have been sheltered from a world of love
Your every movement is harsh and lifeless
Your eyes show your pain
and your heart speaks of torture
Torture from the many inhumane, insane things
that has happened to you
Like a child being handed a cookie you feel you must take it
and devour every last morsel
You may choke on it
but you feel you must do what has to be done
and accept it
You must learn to speak your mind
and turn on the switch of power
You must take a trip with your feelings
and find out what “state” you really want to be in
You can take your feelings and bottle them up
like an aging bottle of wine
and wait for it to ripen
Or you can pull the cork early
and allow yourself and others
to enjoy the sparkle and charm in your eyes,
your heart and your inner soul
With shaking hands, watering eyes
and a heart full of love
You can do it
You are strong
and we will help you
To pull that enormous cork
from within your heart
One day, you will be able
to walk with freedom
And in your pocket
next to your heart
you will hold that cork with pride
Knowing that at any time
you will feel free enough
To throw it away
and begin a fresh new life
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