Oh yes I can! Be still old man,
she bellowed forth from whispers old;
for you won’t blast my will with past
endeavours bought, before I sold
their sins to mate. It’s not too late,
the sky is blue, I’m flying still;
nought you can do or say is true
for in my strength you’ll feel my will
to beat the lies. Unleash your sighs
upon my heart, oh do your worst,
for ne’er again shall I pertain
to live my life through you: my curse.
Be gone, mean soul, you’ve played your role
yet still I stand here strong today;
a bully falls against the walls
I’ve broken down instinctively.
Abuser, look! I’m free to book
a ticket labelled ‘freedom’s choice’.
Goodbye, sad fool, here ends your rule,
I’ve found my courage and my voice.
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Written November 10th, 2006
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now this is an interesting piece. to weather the storm long enough to learn how to ride the waves and then be able to set the sails against the wind and sail to freedom. well done, a very well though out write.
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