I yearned for freedom.
Yearned to let myself go and to eliminate these deep set fears,
the anxiety and worries of what it would be like at the other side of the gate.
After all I knew what they would say.
I was "different" a "freak" out of the "norm"
the person I longed to be would shock and scare some and repulse the others
but I would get by with my own strength and the love of those that stood by me
no matter what I am.
if only I could break the Rusty Padlock of the Iron gate that lay before me.
it had took some time to reach that point.
a perrilous journey of terror and tragedy, confusion and depression
but finally I reached the end of the path
and I knew I could go no further until I broke through.
with all my strength I banged my fists against the Iron structure
feeling the pain shoot through my hands.
it was worth it, I told myself, as I gritter my teeth and continued, determined.
The rusty lock fell to the floor with a thud,
the gate swung open and I stepped into the freedom beyond the gate
only to realise it was just the begining.
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Poetry and Prose By Jake Dorian
Poetrya collection of the poetry and prose I have written. I apologise for the amount of angst and corniness in some. I write to express myself and a lot of these are deeply personal to me.
