"The Thoughts are free" - Poetry from within Walls of Gold
By Semira Dikova
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Melancholic blue stirred into grey. Grey as the sky, grey as steel it touched my soul. When the heavy metal of the Cross was thrown into the cold waters, and I... Yes, I sank with it that day.
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you cannot take Him from me.
Because He
is the silence in which I shall speak.
He is the breath
when I cannot breathe.
He is the freedom
in the chain you laid on me.
The flame in the darkness,
which you obey for dopamine.
And yes - the thoughts are free.
The thoughts.
My thoughts.
The ones I laid before His feet
like myrrh of broken tears.
"Be still, little soul, and know Me-
your God, your peace."
I asked only once, not with words but in need. He showed me light. Not one that others saw, but one meant only for me: a thin path through wilderness, thorns but MY path with Him next to me. I walk it now, thoug with broken wings. I walk.
For the Spirit blows
where it will.
And it whispers still:
the thoughts are free.
"The Thoughts are free" - Poetry from within Walls of Gold
By Semira Dikova
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