Freedom

The beauty of life

Upon the heaving, throbbing-   chest,
I hear a blackbird-   crying.
The music flowing around us-   glowing.
While the solemn ember in the sky-   dieing.
The wide world seemed to-   sing,
in joyous-   melody
as I looked into you flaming-   eyes
and thought for the first-   time,
In my seemingly normal-   life,
'I'm Free.

Author's Note

Have you experienced such a freedom in your life? Does this discribe that freedom you've experienced from life at all?