You may have tried to stifle me
With your sick ways
Yet here I am flying on my own
You may have thought you could control me
But I escaped and learned to believe
Your ways are not my ways
So do not continue to try to control me
As I will continue to spread my wings
And fly on this journey called life
It was never yours to take
It has always been mine to make
A Survivors Healing Blog 
now on the poetry part of the Trauma and Dissociation site http://sites.google.com/traumaanddissociation