Waiting for this moment
to be free
Waiting for the right wind
to blow the last bit of me.
I have watched the sun rise twice or thrice,
and the nights watched above me in my sleep
I rose from the mud that cradled me
before I began to BE.
The right wind, the right time
will set me free
To give back what was given me.
waiting for the wind
to disrobe me naked.
then I can be...
FREE!!
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