No Strings Attached

Deflated are the doubts of old,
no longer carrying
a rifle of hatred and insecurity,
prepared to shoot
every second of the day.

Alive is the hope I had
in my youth, back when
I could look at the sun
and marvel at its glow.

How incredible it feels
to have finally outgrown worrying
about what’s being said,
how wonderful is the feeling
of standing on my own.

And how perfect is this moment,
adorned with pure joy,
rid of these strings attached
like a puppet set free.

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