Freedom

Freedom

I paired with quietness this weekend,
Awaiting to hear the steps of the pain,
Coming to remind me there is evil,
To show me how much leaving you will hurt.

I prayed for rain, so I could hide the tears,
Just in case they decide to appear.
I locked myself and my six senses away
From the rest of the colorless world,

I didn’t want any witness to my despair.
I was sure I will sleep with darkness, deaf,
Attempting to kill the urge to miss you.

I was ready to fight my non-existing patience,
To give another chance to you, to us.
I expected to say: ” I made a mistake!”
But, none of it happened, I didn’t break.

And I don’t want to wonder why, to ask,
Was it after all a love worth living, was it love at all?
I just want to enjoy the strange sigh of relief and
The freedom, now, when they finally came to visit.

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Image by Melissa Alicia Photography

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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Away

Away

One by one
the chains will fall down,
the metal rings of torture
will break and all objects,
creatures, feelings connecting me
to this place will follow with a loud crash.

They will slowly disappear,
will eventually dash to pieces,
to notice once I wake up,
there is nothing left to make me stay.
Yesterday was the smile of the sun,
today is the beach with stones,
tomorrow will be nothing,
just the dreams of new horizons.

People change and I have changed too.
Rain doesn’t look like a sad picture
of a crying cloud anymore,
but like drops feeding my skin with life.
The boundary between
the earth I step on right now
and the sky I look at every night
it doesn’t satisfy my thirst,
I wish I could be some place else.

Love is not beautiful anymore,
being his prisoner is not tempting,
now freedom is all that I pray for.
I long to drive on a long road,
with the volume of the radio to the end,
my hair flying with the wind,
my heartbeat chasing the wheels.

I imagine walking on streets
I haven’t been to yet,
I look to read stories
I haven’t heard about before,
I need to taste lips ready to be there
every time I miss sweetness,
I want to truly love, to be loved and
this time away… faraway from here.


Image by Nicola Aiken-Ripolin

 

© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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