I release you.

I have a tortured mind and you may too.

After you read this poem, may I suggest to say, “I release you.”

The mind is cunning…

Oh yes, it’s wise.

But these thoughts are not truly yours nor mine…

They are not for us to keep.

Live and be free in your light.

Shed those bad thoughts…

The ones that come about all day and all night.

You are perfectly imperfect.

Yes, All of you…

So own it! 

Live it!

And tell these thoughts, I release you!


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