a voice penetrated the deep dark,

come out,

it echoed bouncing from the walls

of the tomb, and they became a womb

pushing me to life,

I was pulsing with life,

yet bound by deaths trappings

I stumbled forward,

feeling my way

through the dark

until slowly

light appeared before me,

the stone that held me rolled away….

but I was bound,

bound by my doubts,

bound by my fears,

bound by an inner trembling that life could be regained…..

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again the call came….

come out,

again I stumbled forward,

into the arms of my friends

who were commanded to unbind me….

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we need one another on this journey…

we set one another free….

our stories intertwine

as we respond to the call,

come out,

come out and be…