Floating to the surface
Opening the eyes
The lightbulb goes off.
Slowly disconnecting
pulling
away from the past
cutting the loose threads from
the used-to-bes
and the possibly-s.
Rising from the ashes
the charred remains
the broken
burned
and decapitated lies
that once took over my life.
Like the overcoming
of the tyrant,
I awaken.
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Well done. I enjoyed reading this. I like the way it was written and the point of view it comes from.
"Cutting the loose thread from the used-to bes
and the possiblys" - I like that.



