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Breaking Free: From Surviving to Living. Poem
In the depths of life's stormy sea, At sweet sixteen, a child conceived in me, A mother, too young, faced with fears untold, Embarking on a journey I could not yet behold.
Eighteen arrived, another life to bear, The weight of responsibilities I had to share, A soul too tender, a heart not yet wise, Yearning for freedom beneath uncertain skies.
Twenty dawned, a third blessing appeared, With each passing day, the burdens veered, A life on hold, dreams tucked away, Trapped in a cycle that held my spirit at bay.
At twenty-four, a battle arose, A custody struggle, my soul in throes, Locked in a realm of endless strife, Surviving, not living, in a painful life.
Years slipped by, tears left their mark, Yet deep within, there flickered a spark, A whisper of hope, a glimmer of light, Guiding me towards a future shining bright.
Today, I stand with newfound grace, The shackles released, pain I embrace, For now, my chance to truly be alive, To soar with joy, and my dreams revive.
No longer trapped, I spread my wings wide, Embracing life's wonders, no longer to hide, I'll seize each moment, with passion, I'll strive, Breaking free from the shackles, finally alive.
In the battles I've faced, I've found strength anew, Lessons learned, resilience grew, I'll savor the present, cherish what's mine, Living, not just surviving, in this precious time.
So let the past be a testament, my tale, Of struggles endured, and wounds that did scale, For now, I'll embrace the freedom I've won, Living each day, basking in life's golden sun.
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