Bismillah
realizing freedom ...
I subscribed to the task knowing little of its challenge
its reality flourecent...beaming from cupped hands
making promises and pleas for better days
I knew little of its commitments
Until I relapsed
Scratches on my palms that I once would stare at for hours
seem like less than the life lines they are
because I intrepret them as mere wrinkles when I relapse
yet I can see the plusating truth in the centre
As I place it on my heart to try and syncronize the beat
before realizing that they are of the same source.
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