Freedom

Written by: valeria iliadou

In the midst of seasons the sun was hiding.
At first I cried but then I faced the light
-and I was only a spark of life's fire-
through the chinks of my eye.
From my first name until the last
I've been called a thousand times
I've been told a thousand lies
from my first time until the last.
Escape's destiny was not a choice
-roads were already there-
as I was leaving past behind
along with wounded flags and songs
to no country I belonged
as I ran into the wild.
Fear's power became mine
and I slept on bed of dawn
reaching my ancient route, touching my naked ego
softly as a fly
breathing the air from the inside
from citie's terrorism I survived
Lying on nature's nest like a bird,
like a bird child.
My senses binded were with the wild
-wild senses I let them fly-
and while I delivered my crown to earth's judgement
I knew I was no glorious queen,
I was alive.