I wish I could hear your voice tonight.
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We are caged within
not always with iron bars.
Walls of iron separate us,
cement and razor wire.
The chasm of emotion,
our canyon of hurt,
is the baggage of prior pain.
It is the steel that entraps us.
We imprison ourselves in our fear.
Disappointment loses love
Love should lift us up on borrowed wings,
bolstering ever higher.
It gently holds and molds our hearts,
tempering with its fire.
Love beckons us to strive to be
worthy of our heart’s desire.
An atmosphere of love proceeds
where trust and respect grow.
Lacking either of these vital legs
winds of resentment blow,
and if they’ve both been undermined
the strongest love will go…