Is life too sacred to protect
To the fact where you end up dead.
Or already burying your own grave.
Letting no space or air to come in
Growing into emptiness and the desire for
Freedom, to breathe without the looks.
Grasping for air but not getting it.
Wondering now what to do.
But tired of the endless waiting.
Just let go but not completely.
Just enough for me to relish the freedom.
Trust me to know people,
Trust me to know things.
Let me experience it for once.
I’m still the same person,
But I need your trust.
Trust holds the key to escape the past,
To leave the cage behind.
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About the Creator
Teddi Coleman
a social worker. a teacher. taking one step at a time.
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