Bent into shape- Pretzel like feeling- Holiness held some meaning- Shaped into a cross; hand wielding- Defiance was the thinking- Then karma crippled me- Oh lord, where out thou- Tired on the plane, in the taxi, on the train- I saw the missionaries with hope dangling- Around their necks- If good news was to be spread- They made sure- It came with the bad- And today…it didn’t really matter- My head above water- But with the rest underneath- Used all my strength- To keep it all together- But today…I didn’t care- I released me- I released me-Birth sign: Libra
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