Monday, March 2, 2009

Freedom

She sits under the bushes
soft, warm coat tipped with ice
words like teeth chattering
become weaker and less frequent
The prince of the north
enslaves with bitter cold
becomes part of her daily life

Listen carefully to her tales of anguish
she has taken things personally
habits of assumption she
must escape

She celebrates her uniqueness
with joy and gratitude
seasons changed
petals of crimson
splashes of white light
radiate from her center

Hide No More
With time transform
opened eyes
bright with expectations
over the  border
she is now free!

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