step by step i walk away
from the story so grey
smelling the future bouquet
my freedom i will feel
the pain still needs to heal
but i am turning the wheel
be it what it may
i dance my own ballet
flying like a blue jay
i am not made of steel
but my soul is real
you, no longer my achille's heel
not even do i sway
nor goodbye do i say
there's not even a hurray
nothing left to reveal
all feelings did congeal
i spread my wings genteel-

 ©gilly20170303