Freedom
I've finally spilled.
I told my brother.
I told him about the pain in my heart,
And the fear in my head.
I told the problems he has created,
With the help of my father.
I've told him the monster he created
And the attacks she has made.
I told him about my trust issues
And my anxiety
I've told him I love him
And that I really do forgive him.
I've let my hurt go.
And I literally feel 100 pounds lighter.
I feel my smile means something.
And that I don't have to hide.
I feel mentally free
From my internal cage.
I am no longer a slave to my fear.
I finally told my brother.
I am finally free.

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A drop in the ocean
Poésie"We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop." Mother Teresa A collection of poetry that I have written (and published separately) that is the hard truth. If you rea...