Finding Freedom

I used to think that I'd be free

if life just went more right for me.

No stress, no loss, no heavy days,

just sunshine, luck, and simple ways.

Then I learned, as people do,

that storms still come, no matter who.

Though I may stumble, hurt, or cross,

my strength is there beneath the loss.

I can’t control the world out there,

but I can choose how much I care.

I could replay the hurt again and again,

or take the steps to start and mend.

So now I pause, I shift my view,

the weight feels less when skies are blue.

For freedom is not in things I flee,

but it lives in how I carry me.