When I was young afraid and alone. I had nothing but hopes and feelings. Knowing something big was a bound to happen for one reason around the corner so we can stand up and scream and no one can stop our freedom.
As I was finally free, imagining my fantasies not remembering those horrible days stiching those stitches knowing something big was on the way. Running and running with both eyes shut being proud and strong. But then hitting that brick wall again and never thinking of it again and finally knowing the family I love will never be able to stop me again.
But knowing that something big was a bound to happen for one reason only was my freedom