“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose…”

The poignant tears dropped freely from her eyes –
symbolic of her grey emotion.
She’d never stopped running once the
shackles had broken;
arms flying
heart crying
brain resting.
(Birds nesting contentedly amongst the autumn leaves.
sun bright.)
Won the fight?
Not free, just alone
in the wilderness, on her own.

by Annie Ridout

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