To my mother

With you in my life, I was left wingless

While deep down I could always feel that I am meant for more than this

I'd never befriend someone who's gotten as many chances as you

Someone who has clipped my wings more than a time or two

It was my 31st birthday, you're driving, I'm in the passengar seat

I'm singing out the window, Queen's "I WANT TO BREAK FREE!"

I felt the way you looked at me, like I was some type of crazy

You rolled your eyes and speed up as you realized that I really do want to break free

Free from all your games and tricks, the little lies you tell

I want to break free from all your manipulation, it's hell!

Free me from all my mother's shame

I'm guiltless now. Pure, and not to blame

I'm freeing myself today and every day

I'm my own idependant woman, no one gets in my way

You taught me to self-sabatoge and how to feel shame

I'm so sorry that people hurt you and I'd never want to do the same

With my new wings I'll learn to fly

I'll love and I'll laugh and I'll finally find my "why"

This is for me, a gift to myself and my heart

Like Carries Fisher advised, I am turning what is broken into art.