Pain, Betrayal, Loss…
You who once I trusted,
Idolized,
You tossed me out,
As you would
Rubbish
Or something used.
But I’ve returned,
All the better
Stronger
Free
Alive.
There is no longer
Any thing
You can say
Or do.
I am me.
I am enough.
I’ve walked
Through fire
Through rain
Through darkness
Through pain.
Apart from you,
I am alive
I am loved.
Apart from you,
I am free
To always be me.
You have no say,
In what I do,
In who I love,
In how I live.
I am free.
Free to be me,
Without you.
About the Creator
A.Moriah
At heart, I am a nature loving, historically enthusiastic, artist and writer.
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
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