OPEN ME AND SET ME FREE
- Jun 26
- 1 min read
By John Ganshaw
Arms outstretched with palms bent,
fingers pointed to hell. Wrists arched
to the heavens above. Veins erupt, and
the holy being of my most eternal ground
sprays to reach the angels above. Oh,
crimson nectar I’ve held so dear, show
me the way to gain my fate. Faucet of
life has no shut-off valve. Pain of past
loves taken away, empty of the hurt
that boiled beneath my sheath. Dreams
of tomorrow are hidden from me, behind a
wall of misery. Hope was gone, and love
was buried so deep. Freedom came on
that moonlit night. Life of despair pierced
by the call of light. Streaks of moonbeams
entered me, released me from the concrete
prison built for me. Drained of all that
nurtured me, I lay on the ground, and
finally, I see all that lived in the world that
was waiting for me to be free.