A Quiet Freedom
Have you ever found yourself....
in a place you didn’t understand.
That had nothing to do with
your “real” life?
Then, memories rush back.
Ahh, everyone’s gone now
either from this earth
or they didn’t want to follow me
Through more of my trials and tribulations
or more mood swings and blood
I guess the life of a Manic Depressive
takes a different road than most.
Dramatic, unexpected choices
that threatened friend’s own marriages
“She’s so bold as to leave her husband for love”
and then it actually worked out
“Now she’s in Seattle”
“Wow, she just left her kids”
Assumptions were consistently made
with no grounds whatsoever
They didn’t know
that I was so vulnerable, I allowed myself to be Placed here.
and that I was so stuck, I couldn’t get myself out.
My heart ached, yet nobody asked me. Nobody knew.
It’s time to go now.
My window of opportunity.
As vulnerable as ever,
But more desperately needing....
I want Me again
with choices
needing to know it’s still possible
to be out from under and be free. For once.
Nobody knew . But I did.
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