Catching Freedom

she was pulled out from the womb,

being enveloped in utter darkness

and pain wrapping her up,

in a cold, wet blanket;

miles and miles of memories

sewn tightly,

exposing no cracks between

day and night,

although they’ve been known to her;

she’s fed off lies and cries

burning the fire inside a body

full of tears that’s created an ocean

she’s been swimming in for years;

she’s built a small dock,

pulled herself up,

clinging on for dear life,

hoping someone or something

will find and save her

from the unjust days she’s been dealt;

her heart is still beating,

never quitting

cause strength is within her

and she refuses to fall

although her circumstances

aren’t promising of another day;

she remains this way for longer

than time can tell

her to be quiet and listen

to the wind speak

peace to her current storm;

she is calm

unlike the voices of past

playing like a broken record,

repeating that she’s worthless

and no one will save her

from this tormenting pain,

but she refuses to listen

cause she knows

she’s worthy of freedom

even if it lasts long enough

to break the sky apart

to quiet the tears

streaming like a waterfall

over her face;

she is brave

fighting each moment

cause she knows joy

will come in the morning;

so many more years go by

unnoticed to those

whose ignorance bleeds,

but she doesn’t allow it

to break her;

one day,

her heart leads her to the edge,

the end of the dock

to show her promise

that’s unfolded;

she follows it

and sees a butterfly

dancing in the wind;

she bends down

to get a better look

and sees scars written

upon the wings

yet strength in the way it flies;

in that moment

she knows it’s time

to let go of the dock;

she jumps

to find that she doesn’t fall into the ocean

to her death,

but flies above depth

no longer her home

cause she is free at last.

~ Bethany Anne

Catching Freedom