Being Alive

I don't recall feeling this alive ever.. could it be...
could it be so, that the heart follows the bliss of the soul..
or that the soul hears the heart beat of my essence.
My heart and soul make art of the words they hear,
of the true expression of a heart breaking away from its chains..
the dichotomy of the expression,
a dark force creating and forming
a beautiful metamorphosis of the soul...
what a dream...
to cut through the painful chains
of a heart held captive by the tears of dismal fears...
I'm closer to the light out of the grave of elusiveness...

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