FREED

To be open and honest, 

I don't have anything left truly worth fighting for. 

My pride- long gone. 

My determination & drive- used up, long before my last stop. 

My faith -nonexistent from the start, 

My ability to forgive: still my steadfast curse! 

Every time I decide to use it, things become even worse! 

My dreams- flippantly shattered, into tiny bits and pieces that never mattered. 

Some of them pulled out from right under me as I sail through uncharted waters. 

Wise men often say this kind of heartache never ceases! 

They say instead, that it invades your soul’s remaining keepers. 

My rare but strong optimism- is no longer a healthy impulse 

My judgement- irremediably warped, 

My goodness- weak, tired. convulsed. 

My family's love & trust have evaporated into thin air... 

My love of life perished, so I retreated back into my lonely lair. 

And... last but not least... 

My destiny- dark & black... not very chic to wear. 

It looks like I might be done too early, 

But I sure am finished with this worthless dare.