divine breath | calliope
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The alignment is sweeping.
Like the mind is free from itself.
Inspiration floods my head. The jumble of thoughts and ideas suddenly are fathomable. An object I can touch.
I feel like I make sense again.
The words extend to the tips of fingers and push me forward.
I know nothing of expectations of myself. I exist within the joy of assurance in my words. I'm assertive. I'm true to myself without the harsh black lines of fear.
The liberty gracing me with tears of joy. The boundaries I set for myself cease. All I know is love.
A divine breath that prompts a belief in a world of liberty from the weight of hatred and anxiety. 
And write the inner words from my soul.
What's more heroic than overcoming ourselves?