FREEDOM

I walked in a field bejeweled with wildflowers

It was a dream

Of soft sunshine warm haze and pretty breezes

An arched chevron of little black things took wing

A hundred birds had left my corporeal being and flown away

Up into the hazy blue

Little gray specks invisible now

They were really shards of shame blame and upset

That had never had belonged to me anyways

And again I see them

They’ve returned

Little swallows with graceful feathers

Hungry for bugs

They live now their natural lives

And I live too

No more a human cage
                                                                                                              ~ Sonali