freedom exiles
In a letter to his lover, Khalil Gibran once wrote:
"I have always thought that when somebody understands us,
we end up enslaved to them,
because we accept anything in order to be understood."
There are a few people out there, to whom I remain enslaved,
even after I have lost sight of them.
I get attached.
It is rare, but the implications are explosive.
Pieces flying about, ego shattered, heart bruised.
But sometimes I am the 'someone who enslaves'.
Serendipitiously, I see below the surface and I understand.
Like I saw your copper coil, understood your core.
I try not to show it.
Would not want to enslave anyone against their will.
Does that trap me or free me?
Fellowship imprisons, freedom exiles.
I am a peninsula, struggling to break loose.
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