Freedom.
I have been chasing after her
for more than a decade
She is as elusive and mysterious
as she is entrancing
I wore down my feet
in marathon lengths
until I faced mountains and cliffs
too steep to climb
Why, God, why
was I not given wings to fly?
I walked through storms and dark
until I broke my bones
I broke my heart
No longer able to walk
I screamed in silence
lost
all dignity
lost
all hope
of any freedom
Losing everything
I thought mattered most
I learned to see beauty
Not in the vast horizons far beyond
But...
in frail fleeting blossoms
in resilience of frosted seedlings
the delicate balance of nature
taking only what is needed
to sustain
We only have what we have
Here and now.
And there
I saw her face at last.
In the growing pains
of resetting bones
My greatest pains
My greatest fears
Gave me
Freedom.
© 2024 Marieke de Koker Photo: Eagle in Eswatini © 2019 Marieke de Koker
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