With luck, we'll flee from circumstance
when all we love is gone,
but, even if successful,
ourselves we'll not outrun.
Raw wounds still bleed the essence
of who we really are.
That precious core,
essential,
needs to heal
and scar,
and not be lost
at any cost.
We
may elude
oppression
but it takes much more than that
to break the bonds
that spiders spin
around a victim's heart.
I speak here for all abused,
for all of those who flee,
and all who are
outcast
from society.
Freedom may be sought,
and its semblance sometimes bought,
but without inner peace
and equanimity,
we're never truly balanced,
never fully free.
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