No One Owns Me
I walked through fire,
and felt no fear,
the flames grew high,
yet I held my ground.
Voices chased me,
calling me theirs,
trying to claim
what they never knew.
I stood alone,
hands at my sides,
ready to rise,
ready to fight.
Chains once held me,
cold and tight,
yet I cut them loose,
piece by piece.
The world pushed hard,
wanting control,
trying to shape
my every step.
I met its gaze,
unmoving and clear,
showing no break,
showing no bend.
My heart burned bright,
a steady flame,
lighting the truth,
that I am free.
No one owns me,
not past or pain,
my soul is mine,
and always will be.
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