The Taste of Freedom

I got a taste of freedom
it lasted a little while.
I got a glimpse of how it felt
to see the sun and smile.

It reminded me of who I was
someone I'd lost along the way,
felt good to step inside her head
oh I wish that I could stay.

But the sky is getting darker
black clouds again descend
and I go back to living numb
with a smile that's pretend.

With reluctance I must step
back to my cage once more
but now I feel the pain much greater
as I watch its closing door.

So while I tasted freedom
it is something bitter sweet
for now it's gone, the darkness
feels heavy with defeat.


April 1 2011
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April 6, 2011 at 8:06 PM
This is such a heartfelt piece Emma, and I really liked how this one flowed so well-- I can relate to this to some point, too-- you are so right freedom is indeed bittersweet-- btw sending you soupmail after :)
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April 2, 2011 at 6:56 PM
Thought provoking write here Emma.A nice Quatrain.Enjoyed.Thanks for visiting my pages--kashinath
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April 2, 2011 at 6:31 AM
Very dark verses on the taste of freedom, Emma
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