Palms and Roses
A bird soars through clouds
sunshine and rain
It carries seeds of wonder
in its’ belly
its’ wings glisten with freedom
as it triumphantly settles in Oz
A few notes about the thoughts behind the poem.
When I was young I thought I’d be free when I became an adult and was out on my own. In my mind, being free was living on my own, making my own decisions and not having to consider anyone else. Freedom meant I didn’t have to obey anyone, that I could pick up and go somewhere whenever I wanted without asking anyone first. It meant I could go to places I’d never been, see things I’d never seen, experience feelings I’d never felt. The years have made me wiser and now I realize freedom is inside yourself and only you can make it real.
Posted for One Shot Wednesday.