Saturday, August 22, 2009

And I'm Free...

I've written a lot in my 19 years of life. Like, a lot. But when I wrote this, I realized, at the end of like, half the poems I write, I end them with "And I'm free." And I never know how I'm free each time. What makes it so different? It's like my go-to line. It's hard to describe.

Sitting, walking, jumping
Sitting alone
Walking a mile
Jumping in
Bigger than what I've seen
Suddenly I'm small
Suddenly I don't matter
I'm just like you all
And it never felt better
Falling into a norm
And I'm free

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