Ten years of chains.
Ten years of motherhood interrupted.
Ten years of selfish chaos.
Ten years of molding and folding and bending and breaking.
Ten years of grip.
Fears run ragged.
Everything burnt to ashes.
You are not here.
I am free.
Free to be the peace that was always me.
Free to shine bright
Without your shadow
Strangling me.
No more lying to hide your fate.
I know the darkness that awaits.
No more carrying your weight.
You hate what’s true.
You hate yourself.
As long as it’s not me.
Because remember
I am free
-Mayda Murillo
