Poetry, Short Stories

The price of freedom



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.


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

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