Freedom In Solitude

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

The silence, the silver mist, her eyes clouding

She wound her arms around the old, sad tree

The suppressed thoughts of years slowly bursting free

The fallen leaves rustled as if in a kind acceptance

The weather felt beautiful as she soaked in its essence

Her thoughts wandered to those golden days

When her eyes burnt like the blazing rays

The fire in her heart, her joy like sunrise

When life stretched before her like paradise

Now a weary heart played a song too pale

Her gentle sigh, an ode to a Nightingale

She had wandered lonely as a cloud

An island proud, against the crowd

Touched by an angel once her life

Her wings now lay clipped, who wielded that knife

Her pride, her fears, the promises un-kept

Soft snowflakes fell kissing her tired face while she wept

All the world was her stage

Yet she spent her days in a gilded cage

Bound and shackled by none but her own

Her sins, her errors, hers only to atone

In the bosom of nature, she faced her insignificance

Absolved, unfettered, liberated, she danced...