The Freedom to Live

by Abigail Gronway

Her life had overturned, become a sort of hell;
The devil lost her soul, but sought her mind to claim.
Once happy, now ensnared inside a secret cell,
Played by her tormenter as if it were a game.
She cried out for help, but it did no good to yell;
Instead, she assayed the inner voices to tame.
With truth too cruel to bear, she made herself a shell
And lived inside a dream—survive, her only aim.

Seasons passed as reality lay gagged and bound,
Replaced by fantasy, which lacked vitality.
In mercy, there it was that one day she was found—
A man called Friend burst her irrationality.
She hated him at first. Truth weighed her to the ground;
But he stayed by her side, fought hell’s brutality.
In time she came to know a friendship pure, profound.
Gone the dream, free to live life in totality.

Shattering dreams can liberate reality.

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

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