My Independence
My Freedom,
My Independence.
The start of my new life,
going back home.
Leaving the one person I have feared for years,
away from the yelling, the outbursts and the abuse.
I see the prison doors open
I now can breath
I slowly open my eyes,
thru the haze and fog
everything starts to clear up.
I look up and see
the most magnificent
beautiful tree of knowledge
standing in front of me is an angel,
looking into his eyes,
I feel all my fears and doubts wash away
as his wings engulf my body,
I relax and fall into him as he holds me,
he kisses my forehead and tells me
that everything will be ok,
I look into his eyes and whisper DAD.
I am finally at home.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2013
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