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The Ultimate Freedom

Borne of the pain

By Colleen Millsteed Published 2 months ago 1 min read
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The months are flying past with not a single word,

And suddenly that’s okay with me,

Life has a habit of sending us what we need,

And your silence sets me free.

**

Free to plan the future, free to make my decisions,

A better life awaits, time is on my side,

I’m working hard to honour my dreams,

And I’ve nothing left to hide.

**

This year has shown me that I no longer hold a position of responsibility,

And to be honest this brings me more relief than pain,

I’ve done my grieving, shed my tears,

And bitten my tongue in refrain.

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You still cross my mind on a daily basis,

But now I can treasure my memories, anytime,

Our time has come, you’ve gone your way,

And I’ve paid for my crime.

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I’m looking to the future now,

One that you hold no place within,

I’ve come to accept that notion,

And made peace, I’ve taken it on the chin.

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One day you’ll reach out in regret,

But that day will see me far from here,

You’ve wasted the time I put aside,

When you and I lived near.

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My life is my own now,

You’ve released me from all sacrifice,

You’ve made your choice,

But I’m not sure you realise the cost, the price.

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There’s no going back now,

There’s no fixing the consequences of your actions,

So live long, live happily,

Fill your life with meaningful distractions.

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Me — I plan to live life to the fullest,

Finally free to do all the things I need,

With bittersweet gratitude I leave,

But it’s not in defeat I cede!

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Originally published on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 months ago

    It makes me happy to see how far you've come my friend. Time doesn't heal everything but it at least makes us stronger to cope with what happened. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️

  • Never in defeat. I have to wonder what narrative it is which he spins for himself in all this. And what narrative his wife spins.

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