Finally I can stand on my own two feet,
No sour hand or barbed wire to guide me.
Finally I can see the world as my own,
Not as the crumbling shards you pictured for me.
Finally I take in a breath of sweet, fresh air,
No poison touch lacing my lips.
Finally I can see the clear golden ember by sunset,
And not your shadow blocking my path.
Finally I am someone new,
No longer your castaway.
Finally My own two feet stand proud,
My shoulders as tall as the trees.
Finally I am free from your chains,
The ever-binding chains web no more.
Finally I can see clearly over the horizon,
Not just a cloudy, muddy, shore.
Finally I can be me,
No cage to lock me away.
So I take my first step forward with my own two feet,
And let them lead my way.
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Poetry Puzzle Pieces
PoesíaThis book is made up of poetry that I have written and have been encouraged to share. Some pieces have been previously written and posted, others have been drafted only on Wattpad. Started in 2016, finished in early 2018. Enjoy, Leah x
