Finally Free

Headlong

we go into something

I never thought

we'd find.

Little holes leading

out

and into

the "anywhere but here."

And for so long now,

how I've labeled

and categorized

them,

set them apart,

Stored them away.

And here I

am now, called

to dive headfirst,

but isn't that

the point?

This season

of healing,

growing

discontent

with all the status

they continue

to quo?

So, I'll grab his

hand,

and he'll grab mine,

the one You made

for him,

and we'll embark

into what

You wrote far

beyond time,

finally free.