Free

 

If ever I wronged you I’m sorry. Forgiven is what I want to be. Needs start to fill places desires and dreams once owned.

Selfless is what I’m trying to be, worthless is what you are making me.

Unknown to the world and its beauty, you have kept me hidden like a disgrace that has no place on the surface of what is your world.

Growing is the need to become known. Growing is the need to reach fulfilment of the soul.

The natural physical desires arise and you don’t care to try and make the pain of pleasure my friend. I have not known its greatness and yearn to understand what draws the world to it.

Release me from this prison of unworthiness. I do not belong in here.

Stripped from courage you leave me in the cold. Naked. Ashamed of my being I don’t want to be but you make it so easy.

Dreams of eyes watching me with delight and empowerment is what consumes the restless sleep I so easily fall into.

Knowing it won’t last, I never allowed myself to swim within the ocean of passion and fulfilment.

Now I allow myself to become consumed in its feelings and allow it to linger on my skin, my face, consume my everything.

This sight leaves you with this hollow expression. Not knowing if its disgust for what I have allowed myself to become or whether it’s the sight of what I am capable of.

Either way, I am becoming something different to what you had planned for me.

Forgive me for not staying worthless.

I am sorry it did not go as you planned but today I become what you never ever thought I would be.

Today I earn a new name.

Today I Am Free.