When Worlds Collide

I cannot count the years I fought. To get away from you. And, as I reach for that always distant pen... I cannot bring myself to describe the where, the when. ⇔ Reaching with youthful hand. Stretching with gnarled fist. Someday, freedom will receive its wish. ⇔ When the secular hold opens a book. From … Continue reading When Worlds Collide

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