In my freedom, I walk
through gates thrown
wide open for people
to enter into my life
and enter, they did
—gave me the attention
I so long wished for
until it eats me
from the inside outIn my freedom, I gaze
through landless oceans
of my own doing
I am lost because
I let people build me
a maze called relationship
—and trapped in, I am—
it's been so long since
I last felt how having
my own mind felt likeIn my freedom, I gave
pieces of my heart
—even shards of my
own mind—
thinking I help people
get ahead in life
—and help them, I did—
changed myself to fit
the mould I was born to fill
until I forget who I was
before all this startedIn my freedom, I lent
until there's nothing left for me
In my freedom, I listened
until my ears bled out
In my freedom, I lived
until my life was not mine
to live anymore
In my freedom, I died
trying to fulfill a need
In my freedom, I lied
until I am screaming for justice
In my freedom, I cired
until freedom returns to the abyss
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...