Freed
a memoir poem
He sang me a song unbidden
He’d never done that before
Possibly he’s been freed
He told me he was ok
He’d never said that before
It is possible he’s been freed?
I never knew him for real
Together all the time, too much time
All those years
I watched while he dreamed of being free
Does he know who he is, maybe
It is dawn and he is waking up
I wish someone could knock me out good
He’s never going to be free
Is some secret hand guiding him?
Nothing that makes any sense
It’s not what I would have chosen
But what if he really is free?
At the top of the stairs of my mind
I see a little boy
Creating out of pure nothing
Thinking in untraceable logic
Vulnerable messy strong paradoxes
But something didn’t click
He fell too hard and they kicked him
Bricked him
He had no chance
He was set up
He took the bait
Took the fall
He’s guilty
But every one of us is to blame
They’re taking him away now
But he sang me a song unbidden
He’d never done that before
He’s definitely been freed
❤️😭