Free From This Place
I lay in the grass and look up a the sky.
The sun is so bright it burns my eyes.
I shut my eyes against the harshness of the star.
I close my eyes. I am drifting far.
I leave the field. I leave the ground.
I leave the world and can't believe what I've found.
There is peace out here. It's calm and safe.
Why have I never found this place?
My head doesn't hurt. My shoulders aren't tense.
My heart is free of it's barbed wire fence.
I feel good. I feel light. I feel happy and free.
A wonderful warmth has come over me.
I soar to the top to make sure it's real.
I look all around. I touch and I feel.
Oh my god, I think there's a crack.
I turn around and I don't look back.
I try to fly and ignore what I saw.
But I'm held by a force and don't get very far.
I pull and I strain but the force is too strong...
I didn't get to stay very long.
I hit the earth with a teeth-jarring thud.
I'm back where I came from. Back in the mud.
My head is pounding. My shoulders are tense.
My heart is pierced by its barbed wire fence.
© 2018 Angela Tagliamonte