No One Owns Me
I walked through fire,
and felt no fear,
the flames grew high,
yet I held my ground.
Voices chased me,
calling me theirs,
trying to claim
what they never knew.
I stood alone,
hands at my sides,
ready to rise,
ready to fight.
Chains once held me,
cold and tight,
yet I cut them loose,
piece by piece.
The world pushed hard,
wanting control,
trying to shape
my every step.
I met its gaze,
unmoving and clear,
showing no break,
showing no bend.
My heart burned bright,
a steady flame,
lighting the truth,
that I am free.
No one owns me,
not past or pain,
my soul is mine,
and always will be.
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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Thankyou for sharing your strength as a woman xx