Seeking Solace to Freedom

 Seeking Solace to Freedom

In the misty dawn of my soul’s quest, I glimpsed Freedom—a distant, ethereal hue. Was it escape, or truth unexpressed? I yearned to taste its bittersweet dew.

The road stretched wide, a winding trail, And I drove away from shadows’ grip. Yet, the weight of memories, like an anchor, prevailed, Their chains clung tight, refusing to slip.

“Speak your mind,” they said, “let truth unfurl,” But freedom’s words danced on fragile wings. Was it worth the hype, this newfound pearl? I hesitated, unsure of the song it sings.

Sin’s grip, once iron, now rusted and frail, I broke free, gasping for life’s sweet breath. Past wounds, like scars etched on a weathered sail, Faded as if kissed by the hands of death.

To the store, I wandered, mundane and free, Choosing aisles, not destinies, with care. Yet, in the mundane, a quiet symphony— Maturity bloomed, a tender fruit to bear.

Once colossal mountains, my past’s grand peaks are now mere foothills, softened by time’s embrace. I forgot, sometimes, the tears and heartaches, For freedom’s kiss had left its trace.

My lifelong sprint, a desperate flight, Seeking solace, a guide to mend my soul. Yet, no one knew my silent plight, Until the Savior whispered, making me whole.

Pain, stubborn and clinging, I had to release, Essential alchemy for a rebirth divine. His hand, extended, offered sweet peace, And I surrendered, letting His light shine.

So, let us walk this path, hand in hand, Past’s shadows fading, hope’s fire aglow. Sadness, then joy—a symphony unplanned, Freedom’s journey, where redemption flows.

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