The arrival,
The anticipation
Tied up in old patterns
Exhausted
by what could be.
So, I break free,
Out of this shell
You enclosed me in,
Your opinions
Heavy on me, like armour,
But who's armour?
Not mine.
I've come too far
To be tamed,
To bow down
To this,
This,
that corrodes, from the inside out.
Tattered souls
litter the way
Behind.
So I look forward,
My sight on greener pastures,
Where I will not,
be tethered,
Pulled down
into the pain of others.
For I see it now
Your suffering,
how it warped the way,
in which you walk this earth.
You know no better,
you have no desire to change.
But me,
I have the desire,
My fire
Has found its way.
