Poem - Freedom

Freedom is here
It has descended and enveloped itself
Around my body
Like a soft blanket.
Within my bones,
It trickles and pulses through.
My life source of being.

I have been freed
Layers have been stripped off
Like onion leaves
Pain and learning has ripped through me
Leaving its scorched virginal soil after the fire.
Underneath is baby skin
Soft and not abrased
And unlike previously
It won’t be lost, because I’m free, because I’m me.

I feel free
I laugh from mirth not nervousness
Or when I do, I catch myself
And take over, from within, once more.
There’s no stress, tension or taut rope
Instead there’s a wide grin
Now when my body and mind yet again collide
My soul is open and is no longer shrivelled.

My feelings are free
They are deep, strong and true
No longer do I care what people think of me
Because I know I am OK, I measure up.
I own my feelings, I’m not living someone else’s life
It is mine.  I’m no longer caught by the spider’s web
Of serving and living for another
I am me.  I can see.  I can be.  I am free.