Who I Am.
Liberation-discharge has a loud call, need
to unwind shouts boldly
as the fettered mind feels no better until
it achieves de-control.
Caged, a muzzled soul will unravel slowly
wanting freedom concealed
in convention yet struggle slowly widens
bars of stress for relief.
So release me, unhand my heart disband
this neglected affair
and leave hold of erroneous persuasion
that shackled stands for care.
Who I am is unique and meant to flap
dried wings then celebrate
life as a personal journey, not letting
others dictate my state.