Freedom
A villanelle about being around the people who make it safe to be yourself.
I haven't felt it in a long time
My chains are breaking
Though I didn't commit a crime
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At first, I thought I would find it alone in poetic rhyme
An inner child I thought was gone started peeking
I haven't felt it in a long time
***
Every word is another step on my climb
From the prison I was escaping
Though I didn't commit a crime
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But life still had a bitter taste like a lime
What I was searching for was still missing
I haven't felt it in a long time
***
Until I was amid true safety, I heard a chime
And along with laughter, the bell of freedom began to ring
Though I didn't commit a crime
***
Escape from judgements and feeling covered in grime
The freedom to be me without masking
I haven't felt it in a long time
Though I didn't commit a crime
About the Creator
Alexandria Stanwyck
My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
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Excellent Villanelle 🎊
Alexandria, this is such a powerful piece! I love your use of simile and metaphor to really add to the overall impact! Beautiful job!