You gave yourself a gift:
Walked away from
The life of perpetual servitude,
A life dissected by
Indecipherable, incoherent noise,
Which you tried to adapt to,
But never could.
Someone will silence you,
Some will control your thoughts within.
Someone will tell you what to think,
Someone\'s will you shall imbibe in.
Someone shall tell you when to sing,
The dance you will be allowed to dance.
It\'s the only way to survive,
Through an abject conformance.
Silencing was the weapon of mass destruction.
In their zone of noise,
They killed your spirit
By cutting you off, mid-sentence,
To show who was the boss.
You chose to walk into
The zone of freedom,
Where your mind wanders
Without restrictions.
You have reached a place where
No one censors your being,
No one blows out the candle of your opinion,
No matter how feeble.
Perhaps it\'s the first time
You are breathing in without pain.
It\'s the first time
You are seeing things, feeling things
You didn\'t know the world contained.
You have become richer
By letting go of wealth.
The last rites of \"Professional Career\"
You performed
Without any regrets.
Perhaps this is the first time
You see a determined line
Etched on the face
Of the man in the mirror,
Reflecting self-respect and determination
Of a man
Who has achieved something worthwhile.