What Is It That I Sorely Need #newsong #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter

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I just started hitting this down. 


What is it that I sorely need



Alone in the dark
In a field waiting for life
Underwater where I escape most
I feel the beauty of desertion

the gaping holes in me
 Sagging skin and porous mane
I dont see
The liberation of disappearance
 I once feel again 

Though desertion is what you all see
I feel rooted
To some I may be buried
But I'm actually immersed
Not even to the knowledge to myself 

Outbreak to freedom 
A flight to liberation
Though this is what you may see
I feel the departure to the arrival me

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