Achieving For The Greater Good

P: Truth's Liberation

Devoted, I was, to fear.

"Don't take my liberty!" I sneered.

The brittle armor that I donned was tight against my chest.

For I was growing but refused to believe its condition.

With a blow to the chest it shattered, revealing my bare breast.

The shock revealed my damaged pride.

For my foe was none other than myself.

I had tried to become who I was no longer.

The scattered pieces of my old self revealed,

That I could no longer hide in my past.

Since I had outgrown what fears I had declared to serve.

The truth cut through my poorly executed ruse.

Armor shattered, I stood naked.

My hand felt the hilt of the sword.

It was not liberty that was taken,

Truth, it let my liberty ring.

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Inspired by 'Freedom' written by Bidiyakdamian. Written in 'Liberation: A Poetry Collection!'