Let me be free

There are words I have folded beneath my tongue,

sentences I swallowed whole,

stories I kept locked behind my eyes.

But the waves carry my thought away,

And the wind untangle my words,

For so long they trapped inside my chest,

For so long they were mine, and they were not beautiful.

Let me write of the things I was afraid to name,

of the wounds that never asked to heal,

of the dreams that were buried.

Wounds, dreams, they seemed too loud for me.

For perhaps, my freedom is nearer,

Perhaps my courage is somewhere here.

One day,

with an empty page before me,

I will let my words breathe,

I will let them be,

And I will finally be free.

– by fana