I woke tied to threads unseen,
days so blurred they felt the same;
living lives that weren’t for me,
answering to someone’s name.
Clocks moved forward, I stood still,
trading peace for silent pain;
years spent chasing dreams until
nothing real seemed to remain.
They called it growth, but deep inside
something gentle pulled me free;
storms arrived, the walls untied,
life returned, belonged to me.
Laughter comes, the path feels clear,
debts dissolve like morning mist;
feet touch ground, my world sincere,
freedom softer than I wished.
Yet even now, I softly hold
the weight of scars that came before;
awakening means letting go
but peace means loving what I wore.
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