
Freedom is a choice.
A Dose of Truth
Caught in the cross-hairs
like prey to a hunter's mark
praying to be unleashed
from the anvils
of pain and hurt
buried deep in the depths
where love and peace
long to be
purpose prods insistently
whispering hope and words
of wisdom and guidance
yet over the voices
beguiling you
like a wolf in sheep's clothing
while keeping you distracted
they thrust the knife into
your side
you gasp in pain and
as your tears begin to dry
you were wise enough to hold onto the hand
that stabbed you
the horror in your eyes and soul
as you trace the hand attached to the knife,
on to find the hand....
is your own.


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