Wishing To Be Free Poem by Emily Swinney

To wish to be free.

To feel the pain but it not bother me.

To not feel anymore.

To wish to be a closed door.

To just appear that way.

To wish it would just all fall away.

To wish to enjoy the ache.

To feel like a dried up lake.

Nothing special, nothing there.

Not much, nothing to spare.

For the fight against it to be all I’ve ever known.

For the battle to be just a single stone.

A stone thrown across the ocean.

A single motion.

But pain remains.

I cannot refrain.

It will not dissipate,

I will not admit my own fate.