Way Free
Let out from the cage I was in
Climbed up from the slope that Id slid
Freed from the hole that Id dug since a kid
And the shame of all the things that I did
No longer punched
No longer kicked
No longer searched
No longer stripped
No more waking in cells, on floors or in doorways
In the backs of trucks or the edges of waterways
No more black spiders crawling on the floor
No Black dogs out there howling anymore
There’s light at the end of the tunnel again
And it’s not the light of an oncoming train
There’s still some storm clouds gathering
But they only bring much needed rain.
I’m not in a prison and not very insane
I’m not dead yet and I’m not in much pain.
Now the suns on my back
It’s clearing the sky
My hands are cold
But there’s a gleam in my eye
No more standing around
I’m learning to fly
The fog is lifting
I leave it all behind me
Onwards and upwards
Way free...Way free…
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