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  • Writer's pictureZoléna

Breaking Free

I hear your words,

they pierce my mind,

they spiral me into the herds.


The herds of currents in my being,

those that I have spent not seeing.

The waves of anger I've suppressed,

all to wear a pretty dress.


All so you could say I'm fine,

all so you could say I'm fine.


But I am not that...

...I am not fine...

I've spent my life trying to hide.


Hide from that which lies within,

hide from that which cries from sin,

thinking I was not allowed,

all so I'd fit with the crowd.


I am done not feeling,

I am done not seeing,

I am done neglecting voices of my inner being.


Done with being oh so proper,

time to shine and time to prosper.

A no is no,

a yes is yes,

I'm done with rigid games of chess.


A show to glow,

and find my voice,

and finally see I have choice.


Choice to feel, choice to think,

choice to question why we sink.

Sink into the stories told,

by those who us want to control.


But I am done with silence now,

feel my force and hear me growl.


So, when I hear your words again,

they can no longer bring me pain.

My mind is clear, heart open wide,

I spiral out and breathe with stride.

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