by Rochelle Foulk

Created on: November 08, 2009

Here I breathe, the protest from over worked lungs.

Here I lay, the complaints of my body from not enough sleep.

Here I contemplate, stories of my youth, ideas of faith, the world that sleeps.

Here I sit stewing in my own emotions.

Here i accept the confines of a body that doesn't let my soul breathe.

How it longs to breathe,

It longs to experience the freedom;

To feel the existence of the world as One.

Peace reigns supreme through the existence of the one supreme being.

We experience Her as He experiences us.

We are one.


I feel the restrictions of my limitations,

The desperate attempts to put the pieces back that I have scattered throughout time and space.

I feel the loss of the one I loved.

I feel the space between each breath.

I feel the space between the last kiss and the next slap in the face.

I feel the nothingness and the everythingness.

I feel.

I

Feel.

In it all there is only one;

one voice,

one truth,

one simple word that rings through my heart.

Freedom.

My name is Rochelle Ann Foulk
I am a child of God and a Child of light.
I am a writer.
I am the Dragon.
I am His Dragon.
And I say this to you because;

I am Free.

And so shall you be.

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