Free To Grow Poem by Mark Bratlie

All at once the trembling hopes
and long forgotten thoughts
are seen through crystal eyes

No more the dunce
no more the fool

I rise to heights I fought to reach
and cling there overwhelmed
to see that all the past
has meaning now

Without great fear and panic
I'm at ease in my own company
I can allow myself
the freedom that all the world
once asked for me to share
Without the nagging sounds
from deep behind my eyes

All thoughts and deeds
now are simply done
with no more trepidation

I am free to grow