Emergence

Something is tugging at me
My heart feels tangled up tight
And I’m hoping that I’m on the cusp

Somewhere inside wants to be free
There’s a mingled sensation of sight
But my direction feels blinded in the dusk

Someone deep down is calling to be
I can hear her faintly in my plight
See there, my own soul stalks me in the brush

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