Finally Free

There is a strange wind that blows this empty night,

it wont stop blowing not even at mornings light,

it is weird how the wind cuts through the land

no building or structure can withstand the wind's hand.

I sit in my room listening to the wind howl,

staring at the mirror with thoughts so foul.

I feel a strong urge to grab that knife,

start cutting the land and taking a life.

I look again at the person I used to be,

knowing that i will never be me.

I grab the knife and start cutting the strings,

I keep cutting and pull them from their rings.

I throw down the knife and remove the sack

feeling exposed without the burden on my back

I look up knowing that I am free

I can finally be me.