Struggle for ease

Prayers wrapped in wires
Things unaquired
I assume I'm not poor
But I'm forever longing for something more
I've been such a fool
Full of hesitation and fear of the unknown
There are too many voids
I don't recall the sound of my own voice
So I long to soak in a lake of love and abundant calm
To be cleansed and oiled with a sweet scented balm
To lie down and be at ease
Fall asleep and dance in my dreams



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