Who I Am.
Liberation-discharge has a loud call, need
to unwind shouts boldly,
as the fettered heart feels no better until
it is de-controlled.
Caged, a muzzled soul will unravel slowly
wanting freedom, believing,
when turned adrift emancipation widens
as it homes for relief.
So unhand my heart, release me, disband
this neglected affair
and leave hold of erroneous persuasion
that shacked means care.
Who I am is unique and of late I begin
again to celebrate
life for my own pleasure, and not for what
others think is my state