After Psalm 32
The weight
pressed upon me, heavy,
deadening, imprisoning
me into immobility,
the wasting away
beginning, sapping
strength, draining,
emptying
I cried out
Believing they meant
freedom, I placed
these chains on myself
I cried out
a heart opening
and emptying,
a spirit surrendering
and acknowledging,
a soul unfolding
what it had hidden
The cry was heard
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