Freedom

Freedom
It tastes sweet on the tongue
Like cold water 
after a long hike
In the summer sun
Freedom
Like that final fight with the toxic person
Who has poisoned you for the last time
Freedom
The final door slam to a chapter of your life
That you’ll only revisit for the lessons it’s taught you
So you never make them again
Freedom
Once achieved
Can still feel like agony
Unfortunately
You lose a piece of yourself
in the process of getting there
But once you’re free 
you’ve gained more 
than you ever thought you could
Perspective,
It tastes sweet on the tongue
Like cold water 
After a long hike in the summer sun