Freedom

A whisper of doubt follows you around, a fleeting glance through the corner of your eye.

A faltering step forward, a hasty look back, tripping over your own feet.

Never allowing the sands of time to take it in, to breathe, to let go.

Unsure laughter dies on your lips before reaching your eyes. Hesitance falters thought, hinders movement, anchors freewill. It weighs you down.

“An iron ball around your ankles- over the waterfall”  

Darkness closing in, darkness you become, Choking, suppressing until you burst, screaming out a vicious cry,

a fury that mellows as eyes shut tight and you finally allow yourself the time,

the time to take it in, to breathe, to let go,

In the calm of the storm, eyes flutter open, a true smile is born, dawning upon startled eyes,

A slow step forward and a giggle bursts forth with surprised delight, each step a realization and before you know it, you’re running, arms thrown up, rejoicing, embracing, reaching out, throwing light upon shadows,

 Laughter dances in your eyes and moves within you, feet that hardly touch the ground, no longer just a run, but a dance,

A dance in your footsteps, a dance in your thoughts, a dance in your movement, a dance in your freewill You were made to be this way, like a bird that soars above it all,

You can run, you can skip, you can fly

Nothing can hold you down,

 “You feel free.You feel freedom.”

By Wilhelmine Wachter