Peasant

I had this strong feeling

brewing inside of me

for days, weeks, months,

hours, seconds, and minutes.

I knew

deep down in my soul

that something needed

to be resolved.

The long awaited day came

quick as Woody Woodpecker.

I found the solution

I’ve been fishing for

tirelessly.

Mindfully,

focusing on the end goal,

I walked to my farm,

grabbed my gardening tools,

and began to plant seeds

of courage, confidence, and freedom.

I watched those seeds

turn into lean,

tall, peaceful, and nourished plants

of courage, confidence, and freedom.

Once these plants grew,

slim, trim, and gorgeous,

I told myself

that this abusive friendship

needed to come to a halt,

before I’d go bonkers.

After taking one little peak

at my plants

of courage, confidence, and freedom,

I unlocked the gates

of hell,

and ran off.

I joyously

took off

my peasant uniform,

and threw it

in the swamp.

I’m glad

I’m no longer

the peasant

she made me be

when I was her friend.

Peasantry

was like being shackled,

not being able

to stand my ground

when necessary.

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