My Freedom

I trust those who offer me sight and yet they blind me so

Down their path I go, searching for my life in their shadow.

Sacrificing each step to the illusion of forward movement

but only standing in the stagnant Dogma of good intent.

Bleeding out freedom, embalmed with hope and wishes.

Tied to a fear of Death itself and the hollowness it leaves.

I don't wish to travel this path but they offer safety.

Safety from the evils they themselves have created.

I strip away the myth, the lies, and the fantasy

I strip away the hope, the wishes and safety.

I stand, Naked, exposed, fearless and focused.

I stand at the start of my path, my choice, my freedom.