My Voice

The pen flies across the journal. 

My heart open unashamed. 

Finally, I am free. 

No one to judge. 

No one to question. 

My soul unleashed. 

I write as long as I want.

Whatever I want. 

Whatever I need. 

I shed tears and reveal my fears. 

I release the bad and revel in the good. 

Sharing the real me. 

My truest and purest self. 

That no one knows. 

Behind the lies. 

Past the gossip. 

Underneath the assumptions. 

Deep down inside. 

Just me, myself, and I. 

I probably won't share. 

But that's not the point. 

Free at last, I have a voice. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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