By Elizabeth Rogers...starryeyed4ever123@yahoo.com
Date: 30 May 1999

Free at Last

I sit alone.
My emotions are running wild.
Like an untamed horse
Fighting as it runs against the wind.
My thoughts run wild
And I try to grasp
them in my hand
But it is no use.
They are too fast and irratic.
Until finally I give in to my inhibitions,
And I let myself go.
Free at last,
I run rampant through my thoughts;
Through my memories.
And then I come upon you.
Why you are here I don't know.
Why I feel so violated I don't know.
All of the sudden I'm floating;
No longer running against the wind.
A sense of serenity washes over me.
I look down and you are no longer there.
I turn searching for you
And I see you walking away.
I start to run after you
Scared of losing you once again
But then I notice something I never noticed before;
The harsh sound of the howling wind as you
Walk away.
Free at last.