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

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