Freedom's Weather

A breath. It all begins with a breath. It all ends with one.

A sigh. You express your fear with a sigh. You lay exhausted from a long day with a sigh.

A beautiful being often comes to the surface to greet me.

Bittersweet memories are engraved in this poor human mind.

All of me desires to hold her, to kiss her and tell her things are fine.

All of me desires to see her cry; a profound miracle, a sense so divine.

I can never be a part of her movements, her thoughts.

Her thoughts expressed in the form of poetry, music and words.

Words so powerful, they make me want to disappear and burn.

Only her tears can let me in; only her fears can set me free.

Life is not a puzzle – life is a puzzle piece.

If I have learnt one thing along the way, it is to leave others gracefully with love

If I have kept one thing along the way, it is to learn how to release from my grasp, the dreams from above.

This being cannot grow if I am around.

I am a curse. I am an unwanted sound.

This being cannot value the experiences in life if my presence is near .

I am here, I’ll always be here.

This being cannot sprout wings and fly with freedom embedded in every feather if I don’t let her go.

I can’t foresee freedom’s weather. I can’t foresee tomorrow . Online Users