FlyA Poem by Fictional Fabricatorfeelings of living your life on your own termsIt was out there, I just knew it. It was up to me to find it, or let it find me. That all encompassing love, that would be my forever home. I woke up to find myself free of the shackles that had held me down for so long. I could hardly believe it. I cried, but not for the reasons many would think. I was given another chance at life, to live it on my own terms. Isn't that a good enough reason for tears? After all, it was like the rain; it washes away the old and makes way for the new. Just like the coming of dawn after a midnight storm. It brought me hope and promise, and come what may, I knew I'd be ok. All that was left for me to do was get out there; and to think this journey would start with the simple turning of a door knob and for me to... FLY © 2024 Fictional Fabricator |
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