[D] Horrible Poems Written Watching The Sunset

This was that poem I wrote the day after I found out. 

That day I sat down at the Kirkland Marina watching the sunset,

All I had was a crumpled McDonald's receipt and a pen 

And it was too perfect not to write something

So I wrote a horrible poem

Freedom can hurt sometimes

You're so comfortable in bondage that being transplanted into freedom hurts like hell

But then you open your eyes

You start to accept that

This is here.

This rain is actually not a metaphor of your tears

But an outpouring,

A cleansing of the dirt, 

The mud that was weighing you down

The sunsets are more beautiful after the rain

The skies are clearer

The city lights twinkle brighter

Now time(?) doesn't feel like you should feel alone

Now adventure is your own

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The choice was made

Find your own voice

Find your own song

(?) Sometimes I can't read my own handwriting

- D