I fade under the sky
Will they even remember?
I pushed them away, farther,
Left alone in the winters,
Nobody to reach out and hold my hand
I won’t lie, strangely, I felt fine,
The solitude so quiet,
I hadn’t known peace in a while,
Nobody to penalise me for my mistakes
Nobody to rein me in and control my days
It was freedom I craved,
And under the night sky,
It presented itself with grace.
A little cottage near a misty hill,
Where I choose to live,
The wind and the woods standing still.
There are rivers and falls murmuring quietly
And they ask me why I punish myself.
“I don’t know.” I reply,
“Society teaches me that I must be perfect,
Learn all without being taught,
Be pure and elegant and free of flaws
And anything other was a disgrace
A crime not worth showing face.”
The trees laughed a little,
And the mist gave me an embrace
“I’m tired” I told her,
“Of walking on eggshells
And trying to be perfect,
I don’t want to hear why I’m a disappointment,
Or that I’m doing great.
All I want is for someone to listen
And freedom, to open my arms and run wild and free.”
“Well, you are one of us here.” The wind said,
Lovingly ruffling my hair
And as the wind blew
And the stars shone,
I knew that though lonely, I wasn’t so alone.