release

yearning
had strangled my days
and nights
so fiercely,

with a thirst
to once again
feel the mountain’s
wild heartrending roar.

and a need
to hear freedom
waft back
far beyond the shore.

twisted, tied, and
taut with desire,
a deluge poised impotent
upon untended lips,
seeking succour
through cold fingertips.

a strike breaks.

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wind,
and
rain,
and
thunder begin their scry:

love
and purpose,
once again
on the rise.

are you ready?

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on May 22, 2023.