the last line

In this unmovable shapeless chair I look at the reflection of my soul. I peer through the reflection Of my non-physical existence Trying to find words that Define the inner being of my life, Through the mirage of it I find answers that were never explained. These words that come out like Lyrics of a sin singer are the ones that Reminds me to remember who I am. Through them I repent taking out my Palm showing invisible holes of my sufferings. I strain my voice in a desert Where none hears my tribulations, I shave my hair revealing inscriptions That explains sadness and sorrows I experienced. Through them I tear my chest that holds Those moments which bring comfort to my soul, Through them is where I find peace, Through these words, I am free!