Hidden

Sensing it’s there

waiting for me,

but knowing not what

not where, or when

What will return?

I await with trepidation

 

I thirst for the answers

and for the truth

locked up tight inside.

My spirit is yearning

for the freedom there.

Tentatively I wait.

 

I’m weary now,

come now with haste,

reveal to me what I seek.

For now just a dream,

of no new revelations

of the day I will find peace. 

 

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