To be free

Droplet falling,
like tears
long ago
since dried,
falls on her,
making her cheek wet
as it passes to the ground

Falling like rain
Caught in a storm
Wet cloth
Skin slick
Head bowing
with the weight
as it falls down

Covered
Surrounded
It falls
pounding
on wet skin
Heavy
She falls down

Bowing
Held down
On bended knees
In the line of fire
Falling from above
Crushing
Seeping
Fighting to breathe

Changing
Waiting
Fire on water
Pushing back
Rising up
Feet on rock
Head above

Driving back the line
Where water crushed skin
Will conquers
She’s screaming
Stepping forwards
from the water
Falling
Crushing
As the scream dies
she walks
to the ledge
and jumps
to be free.

Expire

The sharp intake of breath
is the line between
the land and sky
It’s the curve of the birds wing
that cuts the line
that protects
the divide between
hope and possibility,
the dreams alive each day,
the clouds that form,
and pull down
as each breath
 expires

(20.8.11)