Freedom has come for me...

To finally find freedom from within the darkness is a gift only one can ever hope to receive.

From within the darkness I come forth

All that remains is the dust that holds together broken down shingles

Of what once was, shall always be.

Hidden is a mystery

Of cobwebs long gone

Desire once hidden

Dreams wasted beyond repair

Moving slowly through the fog.

Can you feel its presence?

The scent of memory we once shared?

Oh how long it has been!

The distant fog-horn of calling hackles sounding forth.

And I strain, my ears picking up its very far-away sound.

Like music from a time gone by

Strains of melancholy running through veins of blood gone dry.

Ssssssssh.....

Yes...

If I listen closely it becomes louder

Like a beam of light, beckoning to me.

And I embrace it,

grasp with all I have within.

Hold it tight to my bosom

Not an inch shall I set it free

For freedom has come.

Yes...

Finally.

 

Freedom has come for me...

 

Reviews

[Emily]

I'm not sure about the use of hackles in the poem, but otherwise good use of imagery!

[Valentine]

Where to heck have you been..Kathie