I have bones in my soul, Bones that I hold, Bones that I just want to pick clean of the sadness, the weakness rooted deep from years of mistreat. Please surface- Let me release you, Demons, Let me let you go. Trust me, You don't want to be trapped either, Life is too beautiful on the outside to live within the walls of your mind. You can find a new home, A place to rest your fresh bones, White like the moonlight, White like the truth of release. Wrote this one a couple years ago when I was a freshman in college. It poured out from another place, another universe, through me. Certain poems I've written have an elusiveness about them when I re-read, and I just think "where did this one come from?" But they always seem to be my favorites, and in a way I feel like they're not so much mine. But, nevertheless I love this poem very very much, and I hope you enjoy. Aho!