The Day I Am Free
Dear Mental Demons,
Life is going to feel like paradise
On a day that I can not soon foresee
Once I am able to escape this vice
It will then feel like I am flying free.
The clouds will open and the sun will shine
Once I can escape what is drowning me.
My ankles have been tied by a great vine,
Sprouting from the thoughts that consume each day
Unable to move in even a line.
With each passing moment I work to slay
The mental beast that has taken my mind
So that I can soon live one peaceful day.
I hope that I can soon say I can find
A way to break these invisible chains
So that I can feel like I'm not confined.
One day soon I know that I will have slain
The struggles of my life, I can now reign.
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