Freedom is cold air,
Long nights,
And rain on the clothesline.
It’s swimming in the pool:
Pretending I think I’m cool.
It’s sore throats and a berocca.
Going to the sales,
Even though it’s chocka.
Strange places,
With ex strangers.
And coffee,
And kissing,
And drinking,
And singing,
And chatting,
And thinking.
Becoming bolder.
Shrugging a shoulder.
It’s:
This. Is. Me.
I. Will. Be.
You. Will. See.
I never found my lifeguard.
But tomorrow is my bankcard.
Yesterday was time well killed.
Forever is a notebook to be filled-
But:
DONT STOP ME NOW
I sit.
I laugh.
I dance.
Because once upon a chance.
I didn’t think I would get here.
But it looks like freedom beat the fear.
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