Free

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The Journey From Prison

i did something brave today.
i spoke without asking permission.
i bled without bandaging the wound.
i let the sun kiss my scars
and called it survival.

i’m doing it now.
i’m wielding my words like weapons.
letting the wind carry me,
not away,
but into myself.

i drift,
but i do not disappear.
i hold this feeling like flame
it burns,
but it also becomes light.

i let nature enter me
its thunder, its silence.
i remember i come from the same source
as stars and hurricanes.
i am the sound that existed
before language.

my heart?
it’s a wild drum.
it breaks and beats anyway.
i walk this world limitless
a creator,
a survivor,
a truth-teller.

tell yourself this again and again:
you were never meant to shrink.
you were born to burn.

i set down my ego
so i could rise in truth.
i torched my pride
just to feel this real.
these scars?
they’re the proof
i lived through fire
and came out
unfolded,
not folded.

i don’t need a map.
i am the compass.
i am the way forward.
give me the life
my soul has already dreamed.

a
n
x
i
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t
y
you do not own me.

when did my dreams become cages?
when did hope feel too heavy to hold?

i remember philly summers
bare feet,
fire hydrants bursting joy,
but now i’m stuck
neutral.
idle.
paralyzed in a world
that’s too loud for soft hearts.

when did my reflection
become the monster in the room?

d
e
p
r
e
s
s
i
o
n
what do you want from me?
you’ve already taken enough.

temptation knocks
but i answer only to truth now.
i feed myself faith,
wrap myself in softness,
and love…
i let love seep back in.

healing means
no more running.
it means choosing to stay
in the now.
in the pain.
in the possibility.

i am love.
i am here.
i am now.
i am fire.
i am free.

as whole,
as powerful,
as divine
as i was always meant to be.