The Flight of Freedom

Written in ink and paper,

These words I now express,

A lifetime of hurt filling the pages.

Wishes for a different life,

Hoping for change yet knowing its implausibility,

Preparing for the finality of potential goodbyes.

Now these pages fly to their destinations,

The final nail has been placed and secured-

No turning back, change is afoot.

In one fell swoop,

In the confrontation of my demons,

I can now fly from my tower - free, at last.

I grieve, I fear, I rage, I cry -

I laugh, I rejoice, I heal, I grow -

Finally relaxing from my lifelong vigil.

This long awaited confrontation,

This release of memories and pain,

Swelling with pride, for I have been freed.

Free of old ties that manacled me to the past,

Free of old hurts, pains, demons, obligations.

Free at last to feel everything without recrimination.

The journey has been hard and oh so painful,

For learning courage and self-righteous anger...

'Tis a hard thing to do, when you were raised to be small.

But I have learned to be big, fearsome and strong,

Now I have fulfilled a long-awaited wish, and lifelong fear:

I have confronted my demons with honesty, and pent up words.

The manacles are gone, freed at last from the ties that bound,

I leap into the sky, singing my song of the flight of freedom,

Flying towards the future I choose for myself -

Freedom!

Demons Begone -

For Happiness Awaits.