Freedom

Freedom is expensive.

It is the thief that takes

but gives you the illusion that you are choosing.

It squanders the tears you shed

for a pocketful of something

you were never promised.

Welcome to my world,

where time bends

and promises lie at your feet.

The thunder that roars inside your head.

The fire that courses through your veins.

It is the inevitable,

the thing that will eventually bury you.

But oh, it is a beautiful thing.

To be amongst the wreckage

and still feel the pulse of something alive.

To stand at the edge of everything

and realise there is no one left

to tell you to turn back.

Because freedom leaves you with nothing

but the truth of yourself....

and the courage to surrender.

And perhaps

that is freedom too.

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