Prose and Poetry

Freedom

Freedom

Freedom is a beautiful one, full of light. She comes in through your window when you feel stuck at times. She wears a flowing dress of white and her hair blows in a wind you cannot feel. She will whisper in your ear and say, "Come and run with me." You yearn to go and follow her but instead you stay, trapped.

Trapped is a mean and awful one. He wears all black and his eyes are as dark as the night without light. He comes and smothers you and makes you feel helpless. When trapped is around, you wander in a daze until you stumble and Freedom is there to catch you.

Trapped notices Freedom and his eyes narrow. He does not like when people take his victims away. Freedom knows this, but with the flick of a wrist and a jump out a window, you realize what has happened. You are with Freedom. The struggle has passed and you, you are free.

-C.O. (8/28/14)