LIFE Poem: false promises, by Alissa Tarzia

There’s something about the first taste of freedom
A freedom you only partially want
There’s something so quenching about it
Intoxicating
You get a taste and want more
Images in your peripheral fade away
They don’t exist until you want them to again
They’ll stay put
Run to your freedom, don’t walk
Devour a full cake of freedom not a small piece
Run with no accountability for needing to push things out of
your way
Let your retractable cord snap
So you can’t find your way home
Lose yourself in the overwhelming aroma of loneliness that faded
from freedom
Walk blind back home but don’t find your way
Mistake one emotion for another
Until you don’t know what you want or what you feel
Lose all familiarity
Realize you already had freedom
And what you were looking for was something different
Replay clearing the path in your way
Replay all the moments you kept moving forward even when you
were begging yourself to stop
You were only looking for destruction
You just didn’t expect the dismantle of everything you built
But you asked
And it was received

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