The Glass Bangle

Being a Woman

Freedom

Mind

Fluttering like a captured butterfly

Frantic, flustered and desperate

Wanting to be free

 

To fly away

From the burdens

Laden by life,

The hard unyielding taskmaster.

 

Unable to break free

From the silken bonds

Of expectations and duties

Of love and betrayal.

 

Until freedom beckons

Drawing closer with

The weakening heartbeats

And the last lungfuls of air.

 

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6 comments on “Freedom

  1. Ashish kumar
    July 11, 2015

    simply wonderful… no words to praise… πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  2. quattrohands
    November 5, 2014

    Well done!

    Like

  3. dreamzandclouds
    September 29, 2014

    lovely one ❀

    Like

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