New Songs
You broke me,
then you woke me,
then I left
***
with my dog,
and my pick-up truck,
and my runaway-bag.
***
At the cross-roads,
I drove away from the money,
and the stringy promises;
***
heading toward the horizon beyond.
***
At that turn, I decided -
I would never dance again
to the beat of someone else’s drum.
***
I turned up my own music;
the ballads with driving beats.
And then I felt my thumping heart.
***
Arms raised in songs of freedom,
my smile shone brightly
in the colors of the sun.
***
Written from the time I decided to leave my x-husband to claim the identity waiting for me. Thanks for reading!
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