Mysty Monroe

Breaking My Own Chains

In a town that whispers secrets, 

shadows paint the walls,  

I walk these empty streets alone, 

where silence softly calls.  

With my head held high, 

but my heart tucked away,  

The echoes of yesterday

 keep haunting me today.  

I wear independence like a threadbare coat,  

Each stitch tells a story, 

each tear feels like a boat,  

The sun sets low, behind the trees I\'ve known,  

Casting haunting memories in hues of amber and stone.  

I count the stars as they flicker to the beat,  

Each one a whisper of love, now just bittersweet.  

I learn to dance with shadows, let them pull me close,  

In the quiet solitude, I find what matters most,  

But the weight of my decisions hangs heavy in the night,  

A ghost of who I could’ve been, just out of reach, out of sight.  

So, I chase the dawn with my fragile, open heart,  

Yet the more I seek the sun, the more I drift apart.  

In the echo of my laughter, there\'s a tremble, there\'s a sigh,  

The freedom that I long for also makes me want to cry.  

I\'ll raise a glass to freedom, to the choices that I\'ve made,  

But behind this brave facade, a part of me will fade.  

In every step I take alone, there\'s a wish for company,  

For in this independence, I\'m still longing to be free.