Seven Years Free

I once dreamed of skies unbound,
A life where silence held no sound,
No echoes of rage, no shackles tight,
Just open doors and peaceful night.

My heart, a bird in a shadowed cage,
Longing to flee the storms of rage.
I painted dreams in midnight hues,
Of a home where love would infuse.

Seven years since I broke away,
Carved my freedom, claimed my day.
A house I call my very own,
Where laughter rings, where seeds are sown.

The past, a ghost, it haunts no more,
Its whispers lost beyond my door.
I dreamed of wings, of skies so blue—
And now I soar; my dreams came true.