It is me—an Independent Me
My heart gave a leap
For the thoughts once caged,
For the moments once seized,
And all that lay hidden beneath.

​My pen carved it all—
That is how freedom embraced me.
It is a sword to me, my protector,
A piece of precious jewelry, my enhancer,
Igniting my soul, my guiding torchbearer.

​My pen made it all,
Diving into the deep
To search for the thousands of me inside,
To shine a light on the hidden me,
To bring healing to the wounded me.

​My pen made it all:
A brave heart, no longer afraid,
Unbound by the past, untroubled by the future.
My thoughts took flight as my hopes reached new heights.
With a freedom to indulge,
I am whole with myself.

It is me—an independent me