Free as a stampede
A poem about wanting to be free
We run on the earth
Sand and dirt beneath our feet
Gripping for turf as we
Sprint wild and free
To the edges of the earth
That is my dream
To be free
Like a stampede of wild mustangs
Sun hitting our faces
Changing our color
Hair laden with salt
crystals and tousled with air
Arms stretched out wide into the night
We yell. Yell to the ocean
Our voices muffled by the great water
breaking in front of us
"This is me," I scream
"Free"
Free as a stampede of wild horses
And yet
Reality hits
We are burned
From the inside out
Natural disasters have nothing
on the turmoil created in our minds
Black holes of thought
Terrorist attacks on our ego
Earthquakes, floods, disease, death, electrocution
We die in our minds
Before we even live
About the Creator
A. C. Clementine
An avid writer, photographer, artist
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