Anahata

Breathe in deeply as my
howling gales surround you,
the chorus which remembers
every slight, every triumph.

Now,

Listen to the cacophony in your breast.
I am there, the joyous uproar
which has captured you,
a throne upon which
your soul rests eternal.

I am the citadel of your freedom
and the bearer of your guilt, the weight
in your chest.

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