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Monday, 12 December 2016
BREATHING FREEDOM WITH EACH BREATH YOU TAKE
Tired of endless walking
My surging Heart aching for a place to call Home
Beaten and left for the dead in the previous places i thought i had found a place to stay
Turned out they were broken cisterns
Temporary pleasure but permanent damage
Started so Good but ended so bad
Sent away , spit on and told ,You are on your Own
Packed my belonging
Hit the road , with this deep longing
For a place to call Home
In the midst of the walking, got a notification on my phone
From her, talking of how she had not taken the relationship seriously
From her, talking of how she had not taken the relationship seriously and wanted to mend the broken strings
Progressed with the Journey , till i reached a Junction
Decided to sit down while contemplating of the next action
I didn’t want to make a wrong Turn
Because that would bring a lesson afterwards too heard for me to Learn
I took a shade under the nearby tree , sitting back, reminiscing
Of how i used to talk and get dirty with her
Blinded by her deceptive charms
Her sweet nothings and her ever open wide arms
Lost in thoughts , i got a vibration
It was her call, i received it and with a soft sweet voice and a message so loud enough to rock a nation
Saying, “Hun, what do you think you are doing? You can’t run away just like that”
I hang up, irritated she hit me with a text,
Contemplating of what to do next
My instinct urged me to take the road to the right
Little did i know I had found the Light
Journeyed on with the little strength i had and came across the First Street call... CONTINUE READING IN THE FREE BOOKLET BELOW ,br/> click to DOWNLOAD Follow on Twitter