It depends if you need love

Or freedom more

If you find love

Say goodbye to liberty

If you give away your heart

It’s like walking into a cell

Of your own volition

Slamming the door shut behind you

When freedom shows up

When the sentence is punctuated


You’ll be free

At liberty and at loose ends

Free to look for another prison

Another person

Prison person

Tethered hearts

Dyad, not alone

Mourning your lost liberty


David Trudel   © 2012





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2 responses to “Sentenced

  1. What an exquisite dilemma. I am still trying to balance both. Wish me luck.

  2. Maybe the answer is in particle physics and the on/off, alternating current condition that underpins reality. The space between the lines.

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