Old Characters
Before my freedom
I knew captivity
When you see the best in me
Know there was once the worst
With the presence of my character
Strongly resilient and seemingly buoyant
A realisation of my potential developed it
With that smoke you see behind me
Know that I have set fire to the demons that taught me fury
That soot I clasp
So dearly in the urn of my past
It is not mine to bury and forget
Neither is it mine to bury and mourn
But mine to clasp and hold
As the factory that built me, whole
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