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Freedom. . .
She desired it more than anything else
Like the caged bird wanting to fly
She dreamt of it
It felt like reaching out her little hands to grab the tiny stars in sky
Freedom...
It was the song she earnestly longed to sing
She was the forest of burnt woods and ashes
The fluttering butterfly clutched in the enemy's fist.
She was the sinking dusk sun swallowed by the dark blues
She was but the bird that dreamt of wings to soar the heights.
Her melodies were taunted by her grief
She was the lonely leaf dangling on a weak branch of a tree.
Fraught with fear, heartaches and despair.
She found none, no one to hear her cry, soothe her hurts or pity on her scars...
She was the fragile heart
Broken and stained
Freedom...
She still longed for it...
Freedom...
To her freedom was now the rope,
That hanged from the ceiling
She stood up and walked towards it...
Her eyes stared ahead, hardly blinking
She looked pale, her pink cheeks were dull, they were wet with tears, still hot tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Her steps were weak, her feet were shaking
But she had decided
Resolute in mind
She walked her path towards freedom
Freedom from the bondage, the slavery and the much exploits that caged her in chains.
She adjusted the noose around her neck.
She sighed deeply. Then smiled. Knowing at last what was to come.
She was embracing her freedom, she closed her eyes and slept in deep slumber and none could ever wake her again.
At last Free...
(Image credits: Imgfave.com)
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