I Am Free

I seem to have trouble

writing poems

when I'm happy

because when I'm

sad

it's all about you

but when I'm

happy

it's all about me.

And now

that I've shed

the last remnants

of you

from my body

and my mind

I am

finally, finally, finally

happy

and

free

and full of the life

you took

from me.

I feel like

I can let

my skin breathe

again

and my smile

can be real

instead of fake.

I can dance

without my joints

aching.

I can laugh

without feeling

your hands at the

back of my throat.

I can write poems

without my hands

shaking.

I can eat

without feeling

nasty.

I am NOT

a label you put on me.

I am me.

And I am

happy.

And I am

free.