I will describe myself with just one word: Free!

Not with a shout, but with a breath,
Freedom came—no marching death. 
No flags unfurled in roaring skies, 
Just silence where the echo lies. 

It wasn’t won by sword or flame,
But by forgetting fear’s old name.
A step beyond the tethered past,
Into a space that holds at last. 

The weightless thought, the open door,
The choice to stay, or seek for more.
Not absence, but a fuller sound—
The kind that grows when none are bound.

So let the world still chase its crown,
I’ll take the road that winds, not down.
Where solitude and stars conspire
To light the soul’s unspoken fire.