Funny how there are some writings I made in the past that I can’t remember what it was about or even who it was for now.
Today, I got to see my past notes on the default Notes app of Apple after I got myself an Apple gadget again after years of turning to Android gadgets. When I opened the said app, there it was, this poem I entitled “Independence”. I get the faintest feeling I can remember what or for whom it was all about, but that’s the closest I can get to it. But I guess this just proves that there are still a lot of things that can be forgiven and forgotten, with enough time given to be healed by whatever it is that made us hurt or angry.
Anyway, here it is, a poem I recovered after some time…
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I resist the chains,
I refuse to be bounded.
I belong to myself,
And nobody else.
I’ll do what I want,
And whenever I want.
This life is mine,
And yours is yours.
So don’t you chain me,
And even bound me.
Eat your jealousy,
That bullish feeling.
Such don’t touch me,
Only makes me mad.
If you don’t want me gone,
Better know your place.
Words of Happinest 