Finally Free


Feeling deserted and solitary

Just me, a pen, and paper

My emotions settle in and beign to vary

Never once did i think it would happen again

But thinking back i was only ten

Gullible to the world and its dark secrets

I cannot say you do not have any regrets

Locked behind bars and taken from me

I picked up a notepad and pencil

And amplified my feelings in poem so you can see

Mom, drugs are your addiction

You made your own conviction

But you are the reason I strive to be the best

Because I will not settle for less

Then I put my pencil down to look at the letter

Suddenly I began to feel much better

Poetry has eased the pain in me

My mind and heart are finally free


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