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