Freedom
Lottie stood shaking, Surrounded by darkness and covered with silence, “I’ll be ok.” She said, She muttered it as if it was her mantra.
Lottie placed her hand on the door, Frozen with fear, filled with a few ounces of hope. The fear and hope causing internal war, “I’ll be ok. I will be fine.” She said.
Lottie opened the closet door, A small crack, A small crack of freedom, “What if I’m not ok? What if I won’t be fine?” She asks. And then the freedom is gone.
Lottie sits shaking in the corner of the closet, Covered by colorless images and the freedom lost. “Will I be ok? Will I be fine?” She asks. The closet stays silent, but her fears don’t.
Lottie stands in the closet, Holding the handle, turning the knob, Just a little, just a small taste of freedom. “Maybe I’ll be ok? I could be fine.” She whispers.
Lottie takes a step outside, A bit more freedom, a bit more hope. She feels lighter, almost like there are no strings of fear holding her back “I am going to be ok. I am going to be fine.” She says with hope.
Lottie runs down the street as colors fly behind her, Rainbows follow her where she goes, She is free of the silent, dark, closet. “I am ok. I am fine.” She says with a smile.
Lottie rides down the aisle, She can barely contain her smile, Her found family and blood family watch her dream come true, “I am free. I am me” She said as she kisses her wife.
~Ria
I wrote this for a Creative Writing class and I’m super proud of it and thought I would share it here :p This is my first ballad so like, uh its not that good and it is more like free verse but yeet