Waiting To Be Liberated Poem by Phynea Deliopoulos

As my pen knows my secrets I am still waiting to be liberated
I don't know what happiness lies in wait for me
I only dream of it
Questioning everything about my inability to set myself free.

My outward appearance may have most convinced.
Inside I am a roller coaster; a pendulum of moods,
Or at times filled with the intent of wickedness
At times I have stood in darkness.

I loathe that you have, brought out the worst in me
You are not that special and I query this loyalty.

My longing for closeness is overwhelming
And while I do care, I found it impossible to stay in love
With you so lacking and unwilling
When push came to shove.

I am my own guardian now
But strength has somewhat abandoned me
I'm struggling with the loneliness
Fearing this weakness and need.

It was easy letting go
Anger held the tears at bay
And relief kept me from the edge
But I just don't know what to do with today.

I have to believe this will be nothing compared with the release
Of my emotional enslavery and the strength I will have gained.
The future is believing this can be true for me
A future where I am no longer restrained.