Free

How terribly difficult to be. As if I am real, this world a dream. I am alright, or at least I think, These days it’s hard to tell or feel. As it seems I float on time. Some walked on water, I walk within my mind, After all the weight I’ve had to carry, perhaps a greater stride. Perhaps, I now display some pride, either way I feel alright. I woke one day and stood to find, the brightest smile, that’s ever shined. It is a work of art, warming at a world apart, melting down my frozen heart, I stand in awe, that’s just the start. For I rise to my feet, no longer down in defeat, I am here, though beat, to be a better me. So one day when she wills to see, she will find a blooming tree. As I’ve been cut down many times before, but now again I am free.