Freedom

She ran like the wind,

finally losing her cool. 

Blowing up like a bomb, 

she fled like a cheetah. 

She needed to breathe.

She got far enough away, 

took a deep breath;

Freedom.

Reviews

[Miranda Richard]

Raw emotion and power, and nice use of imagery. I can imagine myself there, or even watching her. Well written :)

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I know such women, they see a trap at every corner, beneath every streetlight. Nice poem!

[Asya]

Freedom=losing your 'cool'.

That is a great way to put it.

[Levi Levin]

Everyone should flee before exploding-LOL