Sunday, January 31, 2010

the fine print


no one tells you
that freedom
initially
feels nothing like flight
it is a plunge

falling headfirst
the air invades
your gaping mouth
arms and legs
are severed from your body

you become a seed
scattered violently
into the air
hoping for
fertile ground


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

your poems leave me reaching for tissue. your emotions are so raw on the page, and i literally feel the pain amidst your passion for freedom