Picking Up The Pieces And Rebuilding The Soul

Freedom

The world is spinning, my palms are sweating. I let out a deep breath.

Here I go out into this world, each step I take into a fading distance.

I keep walking in a never ending road of nothingness,

 I slow down, breathing heavy, 

my heart is pounding...tears running down my cheeks.

The pain has left my body, the hurt has drifted from my soul,

my heart...oh my heart...the poor, beaten, scarred machine begins to calm down.

Slowly beating, slowly healing.

I'm calm, I finally come to a stop. My feet refusing to take another step,

I found it, it's here...Freedom

I'm finally free. I sit and breath, the pain is gone, my heart healed...

I'm free.