Free
written by: Elisa Grant
Freedom is not an open door, but the choice to walk through it. It is the quiet defiance of a mind untangling itself from darkness.
I unlearn the weight of despair, let it slip from my shoulders like a coat I no longer care to sport. Each breath becomes a step forward.
To free myself is to hold space for him, to believe in a future where we both walk unbound, whole and unbroken.
The prison of my mind has held me long enough. I step beyond its walls, into a light I forgot existed.
But freedom is not only mine. It is a voice echoing from behind walls, a promise that stone and steel cannot hold forever.
But his freedom is not just a metaphor. It is steel doors swinging open, the echo of footsteps on concrete, the taste of the world waiting outside.
A world that refuses to stop, although his was forced to. The quiet grief of years stolen pouring out as he finally breaks free.
I imagine the day his steps carry him across the threshold, the sunlight warm on his face, our world no longer measured in distance and time.
I free myself as I wait for him to be freed, both of us unbound, our lives waiting to begin again. Freedom is a journey, not just a destination, for him, for me,
FREEDOM IS COMING.
