Free

by Shreya

Did I ever tell you

how high the intensity of the feeling

of being free

can rise within me?

It’s like soaring in the sky

like an eagle with a beak

as sharp as its idea about itself

and its present;

like the top-most leaf of the highest tree

enjoying the purest air;

like a writer

who just wrote down every word in her heart.

It’s like staring up at the sky

so clear and blue,

and the birds flying wherever they want to.

And I see them

with a heart as light as their bones.

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