The Emancipation of Me

The emancipation of me 
My setting free 
Letting go 
Losing control 
Don't want to feel bound 
Don't want to set grounds 
My darkest hour yet 
The fearful reality 
Into loneliness 
Into frailty 
Into my soul 
My coldest season yet 
The snow that falls into my heart 
Rain crashing down on the window pane of my soul 
It's so cold 
The emancipation of me 
My setting free 
Letting go 
Losing control 
Don't want to feel bound 
Don't want to set grounds 
My happiest day yet 
Filled with sunshine and smiles 
The grey skies turn into blue 
Butterflies fill up the sky 
My stomach does flip flops Into warmness 
My most memorable moments 
Lost in time 
Almost forgotten 
The picture fades As blue skies turn back into grey 
The emancipation of me 
My setting free 
Letting go 
Losing control 
Don't want to feel bound 
Don't want to set grounds 
My biggest regret 
Never losing control
Always wondering 
if I could or would 
Never letting go 
Letting it show 
Always feeling bound 
Always setting grounds 
Never excepting always regretting 
Never saying just what I feel
Never keeping it real 
My emancipation 
My setting free 
Letting go 
Losing control 
My never feeling bound 
My never setting grounds 
The emancipation of me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Krutsinger Avatar
September 12, 2018 at 4:41 AM
The heartfelt reality is that this poem does emancipate you in so many splendid ways. Well done, Kerry Ann. A beautiful write.
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