Rehabilitation. My Yellow Brick Jail

I’ve seen the seasons change

Nights got colder

Days now longer

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months

I’ve seen the skies get brighter

Night foxes, birds chirping louder

Old flames die

New sparks ignite

I watch through the window

Is life passing me by? Pass me by never

Just yearning for my freedom

Freedom from this pain

My yellow brick jail, shackles broken chains

The end is near but the journeys far from over

I imagine how many more seasons, I wonder.. will I see summer?

Yes! No more seasons will pass me by

Pushing forward, in my sight the finish line

Rehabilitation.

-Dionne MT-

Breathe Think Write Release

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