"Time corrupts everything." I sighed.
"Not everything, Liberty." My mum countered.
"So many things." I argued in a whisper.
I was watching buildings and trees go by
outside the passenger side window.
"Some bonds are never corrupted."
"Time changes them anyway."
"Change isn't always a bad thing."
"I wish I believed you."
"You should. Some things are only
strengthened by times passing.
A bond that is corrupted and broken
easily, is not a true bond at all."
"Time changes everything." I tried again.
"Yes, Lib, it does. That's the fun part."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"If everything always stayed the same,
life would be predictable and boring.
There'd be nothing coming or going.
What would be the point?" She smiled.
"Time changes everything. But maybe,
I'm glad that it does." I smiled subtly to myself.
"Keep that, Lib, and you'll never lose your
ability to be free and breathe easy. Not really.
Even when it feels as if you have.
You'll find it again, I promise." Mum finished.
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T A K I N G . F L I G H T
ŞiirLiberty has lost herself and is searching for true freedom and that comfortable in between. This is a series of poems dealing with depression, anxiety and coping. I aim for this progressive work to be positive and up-building even if it does touch...
