July 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
She was young and well off. She had had an excellent education. She was the mistress of her own future and the world was in her fist. Or so she had been told.
Everything that had happened in her life was a result of careful planning and meticulous instruction meant to give her freedom. She would never have to answer to anyone they said. They told her she would live life on her own terms with her head held high. She could do as she pleased and no one could question her.
It’s funny how people can lie, even to themselves. The lie just has to be convincing enough. It just has to fit in with the idea of “right”, it just has to be “acceptable”.
She was supposed to be happy. She had earned her freedom. Her ticket to an independent life. She was now allowed to be a part of society. She was now free to follow what society dictated.
April 28, 2015 § Leave a comment
Taken out of one cage,
Only to be shoved into another?
Freed from terrors of one age,
Only to be replaced by another?
First they said, little woman,
Stay at home, you cannot fly,
Stay and take care of our son,
More? Don’t even try.
Now we broke free those bars,
So they say go out and roam,
You must reach for the stars,
Smart women don’t stay at home.
I laugh at this absurdity,
Backwardness of today,
Free is what I will be,
Not what they will say.
March 22, 2015 § Leave a comment
Neither riches nor any wealth,
In bad times or good health,
No champagne or Bonaffair,
Could ever ever compare.
You know of what I speak,
It’s no secret that I keep,
Mon désir, mon amour,
It could only be petrichor.
And as the drops paint me,
In the hues of the stormy sea,
I am wonderstruck in my awe,
And my icy heart begins to thaw.
I am drugged in its high,
I am lost in its sigh,
Mon désir, mon amour,
It is only petrichor…
March 13, 2015 § Leave a comment
“Rolling stones gather no moss”
Don’t catch moss, keep rolling! 🙂
February 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
The young girl had been waiting at the bus stop for more than 45 minutes. The bus was no where to be seen and there wasn’t a single soul in sight. But she didn’t mind. It was so peaceful there, far away from reality, from her life. She was at one with herself and this was the happiest she had been in a long time. She almost hoped the bus would never come.
The thunder announced the arrival of the rain. It was a terribly beautiful sight; the heavy thunder storm clouds rolling over the mountains like waves crashing through the heavens. It’s funny how a few hours of your life can exhaust you, but an entire day of rambling through the woods in a mountain can make you feel more alive than you’ve ever been. The soft music of the rain was like a lullaby. She could close her eyes on pain and drift of to sweet uncertainty. She felt herself swaying to the gentle pitter-patter of the drops, and then she was overcome by joy so sweet, so unbearably ecstatic, she needed to let go.
She threw her bag onto the floor, and rushed into the rain. She skipped and twirled and danced to rhythm of her heart and the song of the rain.
She would have to go back soon. To her life, to people, to reality. But for now, she just danced. She danced in the rain and washed away the dust that had settled on her soul. She was free.
October 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
I will be who I want, my life is just my own.
Don’t tell me what I can or can’t, I’ll reap what I have sown.
You say I am rebellious, well then rebel I will be,
There’s really nothing you can do, for finally i’m free.
Anywhere you care to look, a free-er being you will not find,
For you can have everything, but you cannot have my mind.
I’ll believe and hold my faith in what I think is true,
I’ll love all I think is good, wont hate because you do.
I can walk with company, or I can walk alone,
But I will walk my own path, not one that you have shown.
Holding my head high up, every barrier I will cross,
If you don’t believe it, well, that’s just your loss.
Hit me with your hardest, push me to the ground,
I will get back on my feet, you will not see a frown.
Who think I can’t are many, who think I can are few,
But that’s not going to stop me, I’ll prove what I can do.
Soon you’ll know, there’s more to me than perceived at first sight,
Soon you’ll know I’m not the kind to give in without a fight.
I do not fight for power, nor for wealth and fame,
If such things I did fight for, all I’d get is shame.
I fight for love and hope, for understanding and peace,
Greed for other selfish things, I know wont ever cease.
As I walk my own made path, I have but one bequest,
Many a mind wont be like yours, still show them some respect.
What if a brilliant soul cannot put up a fight?
We’ll then lose that brilliant soul, forever lose it’s light.
Each human is a different color, each soul a different hue,
I can see the beauty here, so why can’t you see it too?
We were not born as us, born unique, merely to follow,
If we cannot be ourselves, our lives will be just hollow.
Let us all be free today, and free all those we chain,
Let us all choose our own journey,taking our own train.
Finally I have freed myself, this cannot be more true,
Can you also do the same, can you claim freedom too?
October 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
I just saw a pretty bluebird hopping down the street,
Hopping down the street, she sang, “twitter, tweety, tweet!”
Her twinkling eyes saw me, watching her ever so keenly,
She ruffled up her feathers, appearing almost queenly.
This pretty little bluebird, lived high up in the pine tree,
She reveled in her freedom, as free as freedom can be.
Her strong little bluebird wings took her wherever she chose to go,
Over rivers, over meadows, through the rain and even snow.
I wonder what sights she sees as she soars across the lands,
To be sure, her bluebird wings seem much more fun than hands!
Were I too a bluebird, perhaps she’d let me join her,
Together we’d live every day like brand new adventure.
But for now, solitary, into the sunset the bluebird flew,
I stood and watched her fly away, bidding her adieu.