I will shed you like old skin.

Run off of me like water on a glass in rain.

Let the rain stop.

I am a bee and a butterfly.

I am stung but I can sting and I am beautiful.

This is a life outside of you.

This is a life after you.

I will move on.

Tied down no longer.

Free to be what I am meant to be.

Finally, finally, I am free to be.