Overloaded these days with mirroring imagery of a potential freedom and a long yearning to fly from this cage.
These shallow and rather deep oceanic atmospheric waters are wrapping around my lungs causing a deafening silence.
The echoing of my howling caused a ripple like a rock thrown across a peaceful pond, suddenly my howling caused a tsunami then the perfect storm that birthed a raven.
Leaping from the edge of oppression realizing that depression was an illusion and the only way to progression was to go within.
Overloaded these days with mirroring imagery of a potential freedom and a long yearning to fly from this cage but I’m just a ventriloquist of my own destruction.
A raven could’ve been reborn.
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