Memories wax and wane,
nothing sticks too long these days
I’m free from the chains that once bound me
I don’t need to revisit old scars
or those demons who carved into me,
I don’t need to forgive them, only myself…
I loved the feeling of belonging,
I craved it, would sell my morals just to feel the illusion of it…didn’t see it then,
but an illusion was all it ever was
freedom came the day I cut the chains
and I’m not bitter
I got the time to earn the real thing
and I now won’t accept anything less for myself
It ain’t selfish, it’s real and the truthful shit,
It was never easy, working everything out and working through what was mine and what I wasn’t to blame for (some people will still label me from either what they know of my past or what they think they know from the gossip vines)…I don’t care baby, I just don’t care
this is where I won’t survive the concrete jungle, anymore
I thrive outside of it
freeflowpoet
