Breaking Free
In a room without a lock,
I stayed,
Walls built high by fears,
I made.
Dreams would knock,
but I’d decline,
Chained by thoughts that
I can’t define.
then a idea,
within me grew,
A whisper soft,
It’s up to you.
I took a step,
then one more bold,
Left behind
the fears I held
The open world
Taken in my stride,
No longer did
my spirit hide.
For every
limit I had set,
Was just a fear
I hadn’t met.
Now I chase life
my dreams I hid
I am so glad I did
The cage my home
I not there it’s gone,
thrown away at last
I’m free to be me
With each new day
God sends to me.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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So important to have gratitude-well done
What great writing you do, and you found your way to combat depression. Good job.
I’m glad you broke free! Every day is a new day! Great poem! You’re a wonderful writer!