Unfettered
Written: November 15, 2025
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The mirror shatters—
not from age,
From the weight, though,
of observing eyes.
Their words were what I wore.
similar to borrowed clothes,
woven silently,
strung with terror.
But one day,
I peel the skin
They painted on me.
and entered
my own development.
The wind did not question.
Reasons I moved around.
The sky did not flinch.
at my chuckle.
Even the trees.
praised my rebirth.
Now I am strolling
not to be seen,
but to experience
the beat of truth—
not judged,
unbound;
Emphatically mine.
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