Sheets torn along the perforated lines,

Broken yesterdays, released with more than a whine.

“Relax with grace;  leave this darkened place.”

“Sing, release, create; no longer held down, permeate.”

“Control and power, questions of love; unteach the rules not made from above.”

“Follow the list, heaven commands; remove the earthly demands. ”

“Invest and believe; no longer grieve.”

“Face your fears with  trust that will provide; gifts of love that linger inside.”

“Know where to leave your baggage as you travel;  no longer stumble on loosened gravel.”

Unattached and only one place to be

Perforated lines, free from me.

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