Wrapped up in these emotions, I attempt to move.
(Forward, that is.)
Breaking loose from the past, unwanted and used.
In silence I hear all the noise of yesterday,
it means nothing.
Suddenly I find that my life was not my own?
But a play, directed by others...
Giving up control was easy
and painfully simple...
So this must change, if I want to be free.
Cutting the ties that bind me fast.
Moving past those who hold me fast,
and backwards.
With new intentions, I move with mental blades
to cleave away that ties me down...
Here at last, broken loose of the old.
I build from the rubble something new.
And as I breathe, I taste the air...
And it is good.
It is free...
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