Free at Last
The one who was meant to have cared for me
Was once kind; gentle as a wind of spring
But as time went on the wind took a swing.
Uncertain changes made it hard to see
A way out of the darkness; a merciful plea
To stop the waves of mad screaming that bring
The confusing echoes of whispering
In my mind. Why can’t you and me become we?
I realise the dreams not possible
Your heart can’t love me; I must fend for myself.
There is a light hiding behind the cloud.
My wings reach for the sky, uncrossable
Roads are crossed. I’m not a toy on the shelf.
I can breathe, live, laugh: I enter the crowd