Strangled

For years

i was the walking dead

strangled by your controlled soft speaking

which imprisoned me in a cage of my own making

i believed i was nothing

consumed by concern

I was deaf, dumb and mute

for i could not see, hear or speak the misery of my existence

it was a life which was not lived

fear reigned this kingdom of imprisonment

fear of the unknown and of being alone forever when my eyes were finally uncovered

when i stopped believing the lies

some of which i had made up myself

the stranglehold was loosened

and i walked free

i ran free

i took flight

never to return

or look back to see if I had made the right decision

for this joy was enough!

confirmation that it was right

that it was good

that i was born to be free

I was born to be happy

I was born to breathe!