Spinning around and back again
I form the web of my existence...
Turning... Forming... Developing
Growing and learning
From day to day
I refuse to exit the lane
As it’s the only one I see...
Having already circled
A repetition of self-abuse
Finally...
I stop for just a second
Inhale...
Breathing in a new formality
I exhale a past of illegality
Forever forgotten
Til death do I part
Forever embedded
Deep in my heart...
Momentarily changing
I am like a butterfly...
Please free me from the chrysalis
Of yesterday’s incarceration...
I am ready to fly
Yet I still question
Are you ready to set me free?
About the Creator
SSM Emotion
My New World - Learning to Live - Total Reset
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