from now on

from now on,

I throw off these shackles

and rise in the trodden dust,

bloody and beaten but not broken.

from now on,

I shake off your placating hand

and march forward unrelenting

to the uncertain.

from now on,

I will no longer cry on your shoulder –

caging my emotions in this cold heart –

and will stand alone once more.

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