Broken child free to express...

Bitter taste to reality check,

wonderful people dissapear,

like water evaporates,

i enjoy every moment i spent with 

everyday strangers,

i learn and so i am facinated

to know about their stories,

is luck,

is coencidence,

is emotions never felt,

is lesson learned,

is broken heart,

is dissapointment,

is control over life,

over emotions deprived

from decades aways,

where lifestyle was to be judge

by assumptions,

by decicions,

never i felt so alive,

such a woman,

such a human,

as i am now been me,

as a person,

as mother,

as friend,

as a sister,

as a aunt,

as a employee,

i have been many things

except free to do what i pleased,

and so i smiled as soon i was caged free,

as i belong in a neutral zone,

where there is freedom of speech,

with out calculations,

freedom of thinking,

with out limitations,

freedom of doing,

with out giving any explanations,

as we know every animal

belongs where they meant to belong,

for i was misunderstood all my life,

misplacing me,

where anger trigger to released demons,

cowardly hidding emotions, 

to face life,

to deal with life,

and so broken child

is free to express what true feeling

are....