Free At Last
As night turned into day
the light in the dingy room
depressed me more
and I slipped beyond gloom
Overcome with sadness
my feelings I tried to repress
Teardrops fell from my eyes
and I was clearly in distress
Through my moments of crazy
I saw the parcel on the floor
It was a box tied up with string
I hadn’t noticed it before
Who could it belong to
No name and address supplied
I opened it cautiously
Considering the contents inside
A leather bound book
With a letter addressed to me
This is your time, it said
Get up and be set free
No more sadness now
This is the end of the wrath
Your time has come at last
You are now on the glide path
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Poetry For Healing 
Indeed Freedom is a gift always available to us but too often despair clouds the vision and well look past the gift. What wonder when we open the box and set ourselves free. Nice write.
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Thank you very much Dorianna! I appreciate your words 🙂
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Great post.
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Thank you so much Sadje! 🙂💕
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You’re welcome.
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Bravo!
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Thank you my friend 🙂💕
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You are welcome.
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To be free and brave is a grand choice.
“From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.” – Leonard Cohen.
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/06/18/brave/
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Thank you Ivor for another beautiful Leonard Cohen quote 🙂
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ahhh this is most o my days…thanks for the reminder x
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the reminder to be free, that is
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Many of us! 🙂💕
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