An Inkling

How sweet a taste

A glimpse, a flash

The first lifting of a burden

A burden never mine to carry

 

For years you restrained me

Forced me into a shell too small

You bound me so tight

I felt all breath leave

 

You made me your puppet

Enslaved my mind, heart and spirit

Your ropes tort with pressure

Cutting deep into anxiety

 

But here I stand, now vindicated

No longer yours to control

No more bending of will

Today is my deliverance

 

I was never meant to be a contortionist

With the purpose of performance

I am who I am

And that is enough

 

The shell has cracked

The ropes, burnt

I see it coming now

Here comes the dawn

 

How sweet a taste

A glimpse, a flash

The first inkling of freedom

A freedom now mine to have