lib·er·at·ed // a poem
Liberated is looking back and not regretting a thing.
Breathing in and out just like the tree on your side.
When you bent on your back and your bones don’t collide
When you hear the birds and it makes you smile
When you feel the fresh wind and you know it’s there
When the shadow gives you calm
And when the sunshine grows you a smile.
Liberated is having your own pace
When you look for the undone
When you try and don’t miss the bullseye
When you go out in the rain
When you sing and dance like no one is looking
When you share a pain
When the fight remains present.
Liberated is knowing the separated disease is gone
When you can give a hug
When you receive a message or call
When you read an email and hear a thought
When you receive advice
When you can make your own decisions
When you can grow on all sides.
Liberated is not being reprimanded
When you are not isolated
When you are just you
When you have a home and built a part
When you can write and express
When you communicate and smile
When you are focused.
Liberated is flying in the clouds and recovering from the fall
When the open wound starts to close
When you feel the stage fright and you even go
When you start and finish what you come to do
When you are ready set and ready to go
When the pen continues when you flow and furiously write
When you don’t stop and just be.