My Freedom

I had to leave.
I just had to.
I'll explain what it felt like.

It felt like there was
A puppy at my heels.
The puppy followed me everywhere.
I wasn't given a break.
Wherever I went,
He went too.
I had no freedom
To be just me.
I had to leave him.
I had to leave stranded.
I didn't want to,
But, boy, I had to.
I had to get
My own freedom back.

My freedom feels wonderful.
I can now step around
Without having to worry about the puppy.

I have my freedom back.

November 2000

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