The feel of being free.

Do you feel, a part of you drifting underground?
Without a single word, without a single sound.
A certain something that clung to you as long as you could think,
Once when it grew stronger, and now it only shrinks.
Does the feeling dawn on on you, as it does on me?
The feeling of a wider space, the feel of being free.
The feel of having thoughts reap things that aren't about you,
The feel of a being that isn't stuck to you like glue.
Did you hear my heart become whole, once again?
Even struggling to remember, the unwanted haunting pain.
Do you see your power over me vanish into thin air?
The grimaces, the ignorance, I mistook for love & care.
But you, you are the same, I am a different me,
Smiling for a different reason, happy to be free.
And you, you did not see when hope was etched upon my face,
You did not hear my silent screams; you could see no trace.
And you, you were unaware,
While I battled for breathing air.
But I wonder, if, just this once, you find wonder in my glow,
I wonder, if, just this once, you feel me letting go.