I will not be contained
By walls and roofs and ceilings
My reach extends further than my arms can hold
I will not be held down
By ropes and weights, nor feelings
My story is one that demands to be told
I will not turn my cheek
Nor raise my hand to strike back
I know that body bruises are easily healed
Nor will I write
In spiteful words to attack
A heart that perhaps might not even feel
I will not lose sight
Of myself, my thoughts, my ways
Revenge, I know, won’t bring me peace
All that I will do
When I’m left betrayed
Is take my time to pick up every piece
I will not allow
Heaven, hell, and all in between
To come in the way of my own happiness
I will write to my heart
Of hurt, pain, love, and dreams
And will rid myself of all the bitterness
I will not stoop low
To stand at level with you
I know what I am and what I can be
I will smile to myself
For I’m glad of this truth—
You are you, but I am me.
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