Freedom.

You once loved a man who did not own his land and had no savings.
You once loved a man who was not of the fine nature of a childhood.
You once loved a man who gave all he could, all he could to make you happy.
You once loved a man who was shattered by a false declaration, a false hope and a false god.
You once loved a man who by all his power sadly got consumed by the declaration of love and all that it means.
You once loved a man who was caring, wild and thoughtful.
A man who always looked out for you, more so then others, who always tired to see the good in people and a man who ,once again is destroyed.

It took 2years to drag myself out, my finger nails bleed by the course gravel as I dug myself out of darkness.
The happiness I welcomed much like a beautiful flower about to bloom.

The candle burnt hard and fast but sadly our love couldn't keep the candle alight.
You don't recall such affairs but that's okay.
You now walk a free man, not loving the endless tragedy that is me.

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I wrote this many months ago, when my fear of the choppy sea was huge, but looking back on it now it was the best thing for me.

That Tasmanian sea, so blue and choppy, so wild and free like it's isle had me at hello.
The solitude I faced I brought home, the books I read sit on my book shelf now gathering dust, now I'm living and loving the gift of life.

Thank you for this freedom.