THE JOY OF ME.

It’s wonderful

To finally know

I’ve free to go

Where kind winds blow.

I’m free to think,

To act and feel

All that’s existing

In me that’s real.

No more fears,

No more shame,

I cry my tears.

I have a name.

I’m good and bad,

Inside and out,

Happy, sad,

Confused or clear.

It’s all the same.

I’m still most dear  

To those who know me

And have pride

When I am free

And go outside.

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