No Longer a Prisoner

No Longer a Prisoner

Out of the ashes I will rise,
finally free of my haunting past,
to fly free among white pillow clouds, and
no longer a prisoner enslaved to doom.

Out of my soul will rise a new song,
a temple of beauty floating up,
filling my heart with joyous momentum,
no longer a prisoner to painful days.

My eyes will see brightness and color,
vibrant reds and blues, greens and purples,
bringing a rainbow of peaceful thoughts,
no longer a prisoner to guilt and shame.

Out of the pits I will soar,
grateful for another day to live,
valuable lessons learned in hindsight,
no longer a prisoner to past ignorance.

Out of the ashes I will rise
finally free of my haunting past,
to fly free among white pillow clouds, and
no longer a prisoner enslaved to doom.