Set Free Poem by Stephanie Beyer

I feel free.
Having so much freedom that I want to jump up and sing.
I feel free.
To be out of that penitentiary they call a school feels positively real.
I feel free.
I can do whatever I please.
I feel free.
As I look back, I know I don’t intend to go back.
I refuse to be confined to a desk like a chained up dog.
I am free.
I will live and paint. I will see the world and do as I please.
I am free.
My dreams are as fierce and mighty as a raging thunderstorm.
My dreams set me free.