My demons were gone,
Back to the underworld.
If I was Sisyphus,
My problems weighed a ton.
The boulder rolled down the hill,
With no consequences.
I continued straight,
With unlimited destinations.
The choice was mine,
And I chose to be free.
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Bex Houde (she/they) is an advanced baking student at Penobscot Job Corps. She very much enjoys writing poetry about the world around her, and has a true passion for bringing people gratitude with her words and her sweet treats.