They say if you love someone
you should set them free.
I didn't ask to be freed.
A hand let go
and called it mercy
like I was a wounded animal
being put down
for my own good.
I wasn't trapped.
I was staying.
A future I was fighting for
was taken----
a life I hadn't finished
imagining
stopped breathing
without my consent.
Now I walk around
filled with emptiness---
nothing holding me,
nothing choosing me.
If freedom is a gift,
why can't I feel
its presence?
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
Finally realizing I need to start acting like the main character in my own life. Writing helps me figure out where I keep losing the plot and giving away my spotlight. My story is a big mix of drama, comedy, tragedy, thriller, and, horror.
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