Breaking Free

I know what I’m supposed to be. 

My purpose continuously haunts me, dauntingly. 

Somehow I cant feel myself move.

I’m complacent. 

I’m afraid.

What will they think of me?

What will they say?

But fear can not live here. 

It can not rest here.

It can not prop its feet on the coffee table Of my mind.

For my mind and spirit is not its home.

So, I took back the keys and changed the locks.

I am. Breaking Free–

Fearlessly. 

Free. 

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