Free Will Poem by Adrianne Quinlan

I freed my will today.
For thirty years,
I had searched.

I found it
Buried
Deep beneath
Oh! Me(s) ,
Oh! My(s)

Deep beneath
My cries
And sighs.

In tatters
I found it,
On bended knee,
In a locked
Gray box
Marked, "me."

Boot-trodden,
Wall-smashed,
Whip-lashed.

I took it out,
Dusted it off
Reshaped and
Patched it up.

Over the years
It picked up
So many tears,
And dog ears,
It needed tape
And tape
And ironing out.

Everyone has a will,
It's said
And I doubted
If it were true.

Because it's hard
You see,
To find something
You never knew
Lived inside of you.