fear, doubts, the long years and motions
morphed into a giant illusion
of an end that would never come
and of tides that would never turn
Then one day, an ordinary day
just started slowly yellowing
into the long awaited end
exuding joy with its brilliance
I did not remember being bound
yet I sensed invisible chains
breaking, losing their grip on me
my night charged with explosive joy
I have always thought time and tide
waited for no one, here they were
waiting, knitting my sense of worth
and my efforts into beauty
Diary of a Wanderer 
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