I find freedom in the wind
In the bite of cold air and the gentle tug of my hair.
I find freedom in fallen leaves
The scrape and crunch underfoot.
I find it in the words I think and the ones I write
But rarely in the ones that leaves my lips.
I find it in the birds overhead and dirt beneath my feet.
I find it on solid ground
In the water
And in the skies above.
But I never find it standing still.
I find it in movement and whispers
In the rustle of life.
I feel it in the crackle of a flame and the spark that ignited it.
I can hear it in the deepest silence
And a screaming crowd.
It dances and weaves through the air
I can find it with the music turned up and the door shut
Laying flat on my bed or jumping like a maniac.
My freedom is a shapeshifter.
It bends and changes
Taking the form of all this and more.
My freedom will keep on moving
And so will I.
Last one for tonight and this one definitely came a lot easier than the others. Hope you like it!
Good night, World
Until next time, Quill x