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The Animal In Me
Longs to be free
There’s an animal inside of me.
I’m afraid to let it out.
To scream, and let the world know I’m struggling; I just want to be free. Unburdened from the pain, the pangs of loving deeply.
How to be free? By facing it — that which lives within each of us — a storm, a monster, a raging sea. We can never really know ourselves, not completely.
The way I see it, we’re on this earth to channel that energy. Let the animal roam; let the monster breathe; let the storm of our mind spin and let the sea roar.
It’s not so dark as we might think.
What are you afraid of sharing? Are you afraid to die? I am. Because there’s so much life to live. So much love to know. So much that remains left unsaid, and if I go, depths of me will remain unexplored, caverns and rooms and healing.
There’s an animal inside of me.
I want to listen to it purr.
It speaks the truth. Echoes in the night reverberate throughout my mind, made whispers by the morning. It sleeps when I’m distracted; wakes when thoughts are clear — sometimes it speaks as a friend, tells me what I need to hear.
There’s more to you.
