I must make it heard,
How I’m free as a bird,
What I thought was so good,
Is now understood,
To be something vile,
Now I’m not in denial.
But do not be sad,
For I feel rather glad.

You see, my friend,
I am on the mend.
My heart, once torn,
By that ugly thorn,
Is now free of a thing,
That belonged in the bin.
It is now repairing,
The hurt it was bearing.

I’m sad at times,
When my poor heart pines,
For its old lover,
Who went off with another.
But I see that I missed,
That man didn’t exist.
He, by my infatuation,
Was replaced with mind’s creation.

So, you see,
I do blame me.
But he cannot be left,
From blame bereft.
Yes, I did things really wrong,
But left unsaid for far too long,
Things his heart knew deep, deep down,
Yet he did no more than frown.

I shall cling to my anger,
No more shall I pander,
To his sensitive ego,
That breaks like a window.
So shall I be,
Happy and free.
No longer trapped,
Or my energy zapped.

It’s sad in a way,
What’s happened today.
I let out my thoughts,
In a conversation of sorts.
But it did let me see,
That I need to be free,
Of a man who I once,
Was with in a romance.

I’ll try not to cry,
As I say goodbye,
To the marriage we had,
That turned out so bad.
I know very well,
That I used to yell.
But I’ll learn from the past,
And our errors so vast.

Free as the albatross,
Despite my great loss.
I won’t be afraid,
To be how I’m made.
And after some time,
Once I regain my shine,
I’ll meet someone new,
Who’ll be better than you.