daniathedreamer

Aug 29, 2021

1 min read

You do eventually get there.

A poem.

I am free.

Free from the shackles of the men who were out to keep my heart captive.

Free from him.

I no longer want him or anyone who relates to a past version of me.

A weight seems to be lifted off my chest knowing that these men no longer hold power over me.

I am free.