Iron Bars

Sitting alone she stares out across the landscape. The only thing keeping her company is the wind in her hair & the rain on her face.

She breaths & wants warmth to fill her lungs but it's damp & cold. She kicks her feet to pick up speed, trying to fly away. Chains are holding her back. Iron bars holding fast to the ground.

She looks down & a puddle has formed. Clouds can cry. Washing away fear, sadness & dust that settle in our souls. The puddle looks back. She smiles & it smiles. She cries & it cries.

Her feet are pushing, kicking & swinging. Trying to find the strength to carry her away but the puddle remains.

Fuck this.. She stomps & the puddle is gone. Leaving dry earth & solid ground.

She gets off the swing & feels grounded. The movement stops & things stand still.