Free

I used to be this scared little girl.

The me you'd never see was not as weak as she.

But hid never to be known.

Until I snapped,

Something inside awoke that day.

Woke to find,

That there was no reason to fear you.

The weak, scared, pathetic thing I used to be died that day.

Now I have a fire in me that proves I am a force to be wreckoned with.

Now I am free to dance with the ocean waves,

Finally feel the earth beneath my feet,

And the breeze on my cheek.

My spirit is one with the world.

Finally FREE.