Bondages dissolved
with disappointments
and trust
taking the exit door
Dependence hurts
the futility of it all
strikes hard
I find myself.
Where was this
beautiful being
locked inside
awaiting release?
Life turns inside
blossoms in the wild
alone, but happy
free at last!
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A beautiful ending to your poem.
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Thanks!
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“alone, but happy” is a place I have understood well, many times in my life. That is indeed freedom.
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Fully agree …
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You wrote my biography. Beautiful! 🙂 🙂
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Great, if you could relate to it. Thanks!
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I like the idea of life turning inside to find freedom and the resulting happiness.
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Happiness lies in independence or freedom, whichever way it comes. Thanks for the comment!
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Love the thought of being free inside.
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You are a beautiful being.
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All of us are … inside our minds.
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