Freedom

Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom

Oh freedom over me 

And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

~ author unknown

These days I have…

The Freedom to stay or go

The Freedom to say yes or no

The Freedom to admit when I am 

wrong, or don’t know something 

the Freedom to say I’m sorry 

or I’m angry without spinning 

off into emotions that 

are out of control 

the Freedom to have feelings

and boundaries, to have good 

days and bad - the Freedom to 

finally fully mourn the long-ago

death of my Dad

The Freedom to acknowledge

That I, and even my Freedom, are 

A work in progress