Is Freedom Really Free?
I had longed for this day
It marked the start of freedom
My release from under your thumb
To be me and not your version of me
I struggle to remember what I was like
How I used to smile and poke fun
Bringing joy to those who valued me
I was lost in the fury of your wake
The lead up to my release
was like crawling through molasses
As my heart raced, your demands
tethered me in place, a domestic prisoner
Delaying the obvious pushed me in a corner
What you hoped to achieve was a lost cause
Metaphorically speaking, I came out swinging
Did this have to end so acrimoniously?
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