Tuesday, April 12, 2011

There is a storm,
she is brewing
I will await not her arrival
spits and claws
her casual victims strewn
and my scars still alive

I step once more aboard this familiar carriage
destination, freedom
my head straining to be held high

I buy not into false escapism
it's hollow laugh and carefree airless steps

My freedom will have foundation
My freedom will be strong

I will throw my head back and truly laugh
safe in the knowledge
that strands will not be caught in the trappings
in the spokes of this wheel that returns
and returns and returns again

each time thinking the conclusion will be different
each time arriving at the same room
each time cramped clumsy restricted

I cry Freedom
I cry Freedom
I cry Freedom

and I wait

(by hawkandfallow)

me xxx

1 comment:

  1. misty morning sunriseApril 13, 2011 at 8:02 PM

    A bird dose not sing because it has an answer;
    It sings because it has a song.

    Chinese proverb