unchained

my muse is one who tore me

ripped out my counterfeit years

upon a bed of razor blades

pulled starlight from my tears

my spirit was flayed, bleeding

he worried none and smiled

stitched me up with moonbeam thread

pulled through a million miles

when I healed, my psyche woke

a sun inside me shone

dear muse had sewn inside

my truest self I’d failed to own

freedom is a soul unchained

a mind on astral flight

awareness earthly life shall not

suppress creative might