I tentatively stretch out my foot,
Placing it inches in front of me
To begin pulling up the root
That forbade me to become free.
I pull my foot from the ground
To stumble forward a pace,
Tripping on the past that bound
Me to this confining place.
Picking myself up I try again
To reach my foot into a stride
So I may escape where I have been
And step away from the part of me that died.
I fumble forward into an awkward jog,
Learning to steady myself alone
So that I may emerge from that fog
To bid farewell to all that I have known.
Strength begins to grow within,
Giving power to stretch into a run,
And I fly past all of the din
To see the first rays of the sun.
Sprinting, I leave this life behind,
All that I once believed was me,
In order that I might find
Now, only now, I am free.
“I will walk in freedom, for I have devoted myself to your commandments.” ~Psalm 119:45