Breaking the Mold (Poem)

The window I see,
The outdoors calling,
Come set me free,
I hear you wind,
And I am coming.

Racing, running,
Wind in my face,
Let the sun shine,
I don’t mind the heat,
I just want the peace.

This is a new life,
A new start,
A new day,
I am done in the dark,
I am chasing a dream.

Life keeps on going,
These walls try to contain,
I am tearing them down,
I am not in the mold,
I am me new again.

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