FREEDOM IS YOURS
By Akbar Imhotep
There are often thoughts, images
& metaphors that scream to be heard
You wrestle with the desire to leave unspoken/
Unwritten caged beneath illusive hope &
What might have been
But there comes a moment
When they must be freed
So everyone can move towards fulfillment,
Even when it means absence, loss
& a need for recovery
There are things about love, relating
& appreciating that I’ve failed to learn
My mis-education doesn’t mean
That I haven’t been under your spell
Since the first smile, our first embrace,
That late night walk in the park
& my first overnight stay
But there comes a time
When the blind sees the pain
& the deaf hears the cries of loneliness,
Unhappiness & incompleteness.
Alone, I’ve sat in silence,
Nearby and across town,
Wanting to be a source of your happiness,
Completeness and answer to loneliness.
At some point, the spellbound must break
The power of enchantment & allow
His beloved to find her way
& know the happiness she deserves.
I’ll celebrate this recognition & transition
With fond memories of what almost was;
Burying the moments of regret
In cemeteries of missed opportunities.
In hindsight there is something painful
About love unfulfilled.
There is also joy in memories of sweetness,
Closeness & tenderness.
I’ll allow the sweet memories to blossom
& Plant a garden of positive possibilities
For the loneliness,
We share at this crossroad.
By Akbar Imhotep
There are often thoughts, images
& metaphors that scream to be heard
You wrestle with the desire to leave unspoken/
Unwritten caged beneath illusive hope &
What might have been
But there comes a moment
When they must be freed
So everyone can move towards fulfillment,
Even when it means absence, loss
& a need for recovery
There are things about love, relating
& appreciating that I’ve failed to learn
My mis-education doesn’t mean
That I haven’t been under your spell
Since the first smile, our first embrace,
That late night walk in the park
& my first overnight stay
But there comes a time
When the blind sees the pain
& the deaf hears the cries of loneliness,
Unhappiness & incompleteness.
Alone, I’ve sat in silence,
Nearby and across town,
Wanting to be a source of your happiness,
Completeness and answer to loneliness.
At some point, the spellbound must break
The power of enchantment & allow
His beloved to find her way
& know the happiness she deserves.
I’ll celebrate this recognition & transition
With fond memories of what almost was;
Burying the moments of regret
In cemeteries of missed opportunities.
In hindsight there is something painful
About love unfulfilled.
There is also joy in memories of sweetness,
Closeness & tenderness.
I’ll allow the sweet memories to blossom
& Plant a garden of positive possibilities
For the loneliness,
We share at this crossroad.
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