Freedom - Poem by Page Changose
Pain in which I see from your eyes
From the black traces left behind
I look upon you with un-trimmed nails
Wild bird trying to be let free
Valise before the door, can they get out of that cage some call home?
Away from hurt and abandonment, even with a full house
The words in which she can still her ringing in her mind are those which will never be forgotten.
Don’t bring your pain to me, don’t wound my wings, I will fly again
I will set free, no more being the victim.
No more plucking at feathers, no allowing this senseless abusiveness.
I am free to fly at my own will.
No bars, no bruises left behind
Help is within the reach of my fingers
It’s up to me
I am set free.
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