No longer caught in a tempest of variables
wading through violent waters
I walk with my head held high
knowing that I don't need to fear you or yours
I don't worry about them
I find the words
words I couldn't fathom uttering winters past
My hair is sheared
My gait determined
My eyes unbarred
I'm on a mission
Just a little bit faster
ear buds tucked under a white rabbit trimmed hat
the bass line brings me closer
nearing a destination
No longer compelled by what was once unknown
This destination
a destination of my choice.
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