Free

As my head clears.
My problems still gone.
My thoughts return.
I sit here, free.
An endless night
I try to understand.
The love in my heart
Still here.
I love you, I can't deny.
I sick a soda
And think.
Television on
As I slowly write.
I'm still free
And always will be.

Author's Note

Just thinking and writing I guess...

Reviews

[Traci]

A very honest write. Although you say you are free it doesn't give that sense of freedom. Not entirely yet. Life is moving on and through your ponderings this piece shows strength. Another heartfelt write, job well done.

[Cassie]

Whaoo!! This is beautifully penned. Good job

[Annie Ale]

Though the writing states that you are free, it feels as though you are also involved in a numbness for the grieving process to be gone. You have accepted the love, knowing it can never be, and you are not trapped by it. The line about the soda shows that life is still going on.

[Argilus]

This is good poem, very honesty, :) keep writing!!!

[Argilus]

honest**

[tworeeler]

Keep on keepin' on!