A collection of poems

A morning spent thinking of a life without

Lying in a field. I can feel every breath I take. I am aware and I am finally content.

I'm sure you're asking. I am free from them. The people identified as family; by blood. Not by choice.

I no longer have to hear their condescending tones. Birth Name, wrong pronouns. Distant past.

This is so freeing.

I am free.

Fucking look at me, look at me smile, watch me breathe. I am ready for adventure, ready for life.