Twenty one years into life
And just now it feels worth living.
I'm no longer trapped in that place
Hiding who I am
Letting it smother my spirit
Every day feeling like an eternity
Being nine hours away is my saving grace
Now, I may just be happy
Enjoying the rush of wind on my face
The stinging of the droplets tapping on my skin
The pale moonlight making me look ghastly
The green and red lights illuminating the night
Pale knuckles gripping the leather wheel
I am almost free
Free to love
Free to care
Free to express
Free to advocate
Free to debate
Free to graduate
Free to travel
And lastly,
Free
To never go back
YOU ARE READING
Listen to the rain as it falls
PoetryJust poems I wrote, Some are more recent, not quite sure what's going on. I am safe, don't worry, I just need a place to vent in my lowest and highest times. The first 14 were written years ago when I was too young to actually make sense of anythin...
