I am, I was.

I was afraid to speak my mind

I kept my thoughts to myself.

A quiet mouse.

A lonely wolf wandering through 

the restless night. With no way out of their deadly, poisonous thoughts. 

A bird without no wings enwrapped in deadly

vines sprouting from my mind. 

I was. 

I was that. Now

I am a garden of flowers not weeds.

A lone wolf no more. I found my pack. I found my howl. 

I found my wings and got rid of this things that kept me trapped 

Now, I soar through sky and to the future that lays in my path.

I was. I am. 

 

 

 

 

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