The Joy of Living Free
A small poem about my big backstory
There was a time when life seemed like a dungeon,
dark and dank, locked up, no room to stand.
I was only allowed out to scrub the toilets
of other people's feelings. Mine were banned.
But now I've got a blue sky wide above me,
and a porch with morning birdsong and hot tea.
My feelings matter and inform my choices.
I'm growing in the joy of living free.
