The ground shifted beneath her feet. Could she move them as well? It had been hard to get the others to hear her out initially. She felt instead, release. Some of us had to get free, and some of us might. This liberation feels like a crush. My heart is hurting. She thought, I’d want it more than anything. She thought.
She played out the serenity there before, sun drawn to her skin, like a magnet, like a knowing, like an old friend. The salty preserve on her brow. Running, running across her mind. Clean like a mine. She could taste that serenity. Her blood sugar dropped. It aches to know.
And yet, there was a pleasure to the Stepping through it. The liberation feeling the ground crunch. My heart is racing. She thought, I’d want it more than anything. She thought. Somewhere, perhaps right at that moment. Or even right at that space, someone was and had been. Right there with her. Like a knowing, like an old friend. The wild was a serenity, clean like a mine. And when she could no longer sense. If the others would keep pace. She found her own, and there was a pleasure in stepping through it.
Some of us might get free.
credits
from GET FREE,
released November 13, 2020
Written, Composed, Produced by TYGAPAW
Mandy Harris Williams: Lyrics/Vocals
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