Friday, March 27, 2015

Freedom



and when I looked 
to the endless blue,
pinned up over
an exploding palette
and a place 
that smells of home,
my spirit took off
from its safe perch,
splashing
colours and sounds
across the emptiness
with its untiring wings;
freedom is 
what I already am,
not what I want to claim
or dare to be.

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