Free

What it's like to feel held in one spot, watching the world pass you by.

Free

 

The soil beneath my roots

Is engrossing and gripping;

Tighter with each day passed.

I’m becoming one with the earth.

This spot in which I’ve been planted-

A cursed home for my heart:

So twisted and cold.

An unbreakable bond:

Natures hold on my being.

And all I want is to be

Free.

Free as the birds which land,

Making their temporary homes in my soul.

I want to soar away,

Without a care for what I leave behind:

Just as they leave me.

No longer chained to the ground,

Held in this spot.

I no longer wish to be a tree.

I wish to be free.

Author's Note

Quick inspiration tonight. Hope for reviews and critique, as always. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

An unbreakable bond:
Natures hold on my being.
And all I want is to be
Free.
My faves in this nice well written poem...:)

[Miss CB]

Loved the idea behind this... Thoroughly enjoyed reading this... Well done!!!

[Shy Girl]

Free...Freedom...Seems they hold two totally different meanings. (at least for me they do...in the literal sense) But tie together well in life. Your thoughts are fluid and blend very well. I really enjoyed reading this wonderful piece and idea you created. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your thoughts in this poem. Good to settle in like a tree. Better to be free like the wind. I like the flow of thoughts and the very good ending. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Ray]

Freedom is the greatest gift that we all have : very good inspiration. I don't think there's really anything more to say. Very interesting , the part where you speak of a "cursed home for my heart". I liked how you wrote this.

This has a nice idea behind it, freedom is always an interesting subject.. nicely written :)

[Southern Cross]

Nice imagery and easy flow of tempo..I suppose we all want freedom from our grounding at times, to run with the wind and forget our sorrows..Well put