Poetry, Short Stories

The price of freedom

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She walks in silence.
The air is crisp as the sun is yet to rise.
The warmth will come as the Golden rays
Slowly find their place in the sky
But she can’t wait to see the splendor
For her time clock awaits her fingerprint.

She inhales one final breath of freedom
As the code unlocks the front door.
The chaos engulfs her
Before she has a chance to greet the early birds.
Good mornings and pleasantries, 
goodbyes and resignation
to one’s own secret chamber.

The door closes as if to entrap not secure.
No freedom will be found until
she leaves for the day.
Why return to a place void of appreciation?
Because she knows she’s one step closer
to eventually breaking free forever.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 1 2017
Originally published: March 1 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry, Short Stories

A different kind of animal

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She’s a different kind of animal.
She mostly walks but sometimes flies.
She’s fallen more times than she cares to remember,
But each time she claws her way
From the murky pond of despair
Laying helpless on the banks of her sorrows,
Waiting for her wings of hope to dry.

She’s a different kind of animal.
She soars again, eventually,
But her wings are tired of flying against the wind.
The energy it takes seems hard to find.
She has battled more times than she wanted to.
For once she’d like to rest in peace and safety.

She’s a different kind of animal.
Her sad eyes tell a thousand tales of pain.
She smiles at strangers hoping for connection.
She searches for sincerity in everyone.
She tries to make a difference some how.
But she wonders if it’s all a waste of time.

She’s a different kind of animal.
Her spirit is battered and bruised.
For once she’d like to know true love.
But what she wants is somehow irrelevant.
Her heart’s only companion is loneliness.
How ironically absurd to want what she cannot have!

She’s a different kind of animal.
This time it seems her wings refuse to dry.
She’s crawling on bloody knees
Her salty tears sting her wounds
This time she may never fly again.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: February 24 2017
Originally published: February 28 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard