Freedom

She stood on the crossroads...
Her way she had to choose...
With everything already gone...
She had nothing to lose...

Absolute nostalgia and haze...
Were fazing her move ahead...
She knew she had to let go...
A new life awaited her instead...

The air was tempting again...
As she stood there alone...
Not much time had passed...
But by years she had grown...

Heavy hearted but feeling light...
Her steps were finally free...
Caged no more...no shackles...
She could finally just "be"...

The sun rising in the horizon...
As she began a brand-new day...
Footprints of her past...
Now showing her the way...

She began her journey...
Faith in hand and fate on her side...
Undreamed dreams...
Freedom at her feet...
She was no longer tied!!!

Letters to my Sister