Shackles and chains
used to run through my veins.
Freedom did not know my name
Now I roam the halls with no shame.
A brand on my torso
haunts me also.
My writing lets out the built-up anger
of the anchor.
Betrayal and sorrow fills the room
but I do not have gloom.
I’m always tired
but I never sleep.
I’m also sad,
but you never see me weep.
Thunder and rain
gave me pain.
Ships and dancing
were never romancing.
And here in the freedom I stay
because the skies are no longer gray.
I am strong and I belong.
And I have known this all along.