I’ve always been more comfortable with revolutions than revelations

There are places here
Hard places
Tough spaces that
Hold you down
Make it hard to fly
And will sink you
If you try to swim
Hard places
Rough spaces
That pull at an
Artist heart

Slight hands
Touch me’ here
Warm me’ there
Evening out these
Rough places
Melting down
These hard spaces
Lightened load
I soar
In flight
Destination unknown
But somehow
The journey
It is a revolution
This revelation
I’ve uncovered
In arms I never
Would have guessed
Should help mold

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