Freedom Walk
Over a decade
She laid like
Sleeping Beauty
Paralyzed
By a spell of
tension, yelling, and confusion
Her deep sleep set in
motion
For the sake of her
own protection
From the reality
which was her home
So she no longer had
to function
As a punching bag
Away from those who
breathed fire-like belittlements
Childhood ends, so
she wakes
Not by princes or
kisses
But by whispers of
truth in the wind
She must acknowledge
what slept alongside her
Pain, loneliness,
burdens not hers to bear
She must face
Monsters
She must feel
Thorns
She must not fight
Instead
Surrender
Because the smoke has
cleared
What once was, no
longer is
It’s not the
repetition of history
That makes leaving
behind a shell, a life
So daunting
Fear comes with the
possibility of accomplishing and achieving
Only to have it taken
away so fast
Getting too caught up
in trivial matters
No time or ability to
appreciate
Yet there’s a
difference
Between now and then
Older, not as easily
influenced
Stronger, unwilling
to give up without a fight
Not relying on
singular circumstances
But what comes each
day
And with guidance,
she walks
By faith alone she
lives
In her purpose
To be a voice of
reason, perhaps
To speak as an
in-between, uncategorized
She knows her truth
And so she goes
With her head held
high
Longing to dance
Like she has her
headphones on
It’s a process
But one day
She will
In this moment
She celebrates
She is free
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