She Is Free

She is like a bird free from her iron cage.
She soars through the sky following the wind underneath her wings.

She is like a fish free from her glass tank.
She swims through the river enjoying the flowing currents.

She is like a butterfly free from her chrysalis.
She flutters about as she takes in the beauty of flower after flower.

She is like a prisoner free from her shackles.
She breathes the fresh air knowing that she will have to rebuild her life.

She is like a distant memory that haunts my mind.
She traps me in hypothetical conversations and what-ifs.

I am holding on to hope that she will come back to me.
But deep down I know that is is not going to return.

She is free.
She is free from me.

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