To breathe

The taste of freedom

from the tentacles that gnawing at the dilapidated heart

To arrest

the tear duct dam

that’s spewing, albeit, sporadic tears of sadness

To rejoice

the abrupt stoppage of a dream

that turned out into a continuous nightmare

To reminisce

if the emotional involvement is still there

together with the continuous trouncing

To be liberated

a breathing spree, free at last

no unnecessary force at the tearducts

nightmares no more, with plenty of Care Bear dreams

And most of all, bereft of the emotional chains

It’s about time…

Happiness trekking in…

Yeah, it’s really been a while

Since this feeling of goodness,

oneness in spirit, at tranquility

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