Knowing that the chains are broken on my behalf
I lay to rest my battle,
Like wind to the wound
heavy memory irreligiously crushes the simplest wishes
Yet, I am encouraged
Today, I break bread with my past
Though it is thick, hard willed, and obdurate
big bodacious desire, buttered hopes I offer for
Hard heeled words, hungry for higher ground
I lift my coldest hope to my lips, cup it in my hands and drink
Knowing the chains are broken on my behalf
Today I break bread with my past
With an opulent, full bodied faith,
A generous hope
A faultless love
That feeds the soul that which the body cannot
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