Freedom is...
Running on the beach,
Carefree as a child in the glorious heights of summer,
Shouting and hollering your joy to the four winds,
Without a care for who may be watching.
Freedom is...
The first moment of the school holidays:
Bursting out the gate,
Racing your friends down the street,
Laughter in your throat
And the light touch of liberty in your steps.
Freedom is...
The absence of the cares that weigh you down now:
The bills,
The deadlines,
The adult concerns that smother the child within:
The child who runs down the beach
– sand between their toes,
Freedom in their souls,
Not a care for who might be watching.
Freedom is waiting for you.
This was a response to today's freewrite challenge by @mariannewest. I took the picture. 🙂
