Unleashed…
… and finally anchored!

I am fully detached
from all the bonds of every kind;
boundaries crossed
connections lost;
all the words bound
to the higher command;
anchored
bullet shell;
I’m on my way
to fight fractured foes
with my crackling knuckles
from arthritic pain
whilst squeezing the aids
in my right hand
and releasing them
through the left –
only then
I can be wholly in charge
of the products of my life
letting me know why
I can feel these highs and lows
every time
struggling to my feet
to protrude
above the level
of other mortals
often
not knowing why they are here for;
at least I can challenge them in this
life
although everyone has to face its own fight
in here
where
everything emerges
enunciated, emulating emerald
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originally published at https://medium.com
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...



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