Your soul seeks joy
Yet your mind sees a ploy.
Your heart feels so cold
Yet your soul is free and bold.
Happiness could be a thousand miles away
Yet only a message from you.
Your fingers have so much to say
Though your head wants you to look to pastures anew.
Your memories cloud your mind like a fog
Yet one memory is bright and sweet like a Yuletide log;
Like a pearl growing in an oyster
There's something precious nestled just beneath that terrifying layer
That keeps holding you at bay
Just as you yearn to say …
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