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Sometimes You Are Free |
Sometimes you will find yourself
no longer
on your hands and knees,
no longer
with just mud on your face.
No, you are on your stomach.
Mud had seeped into every crevice.
You are rolling under the wire now.
Rolling,
arms splayed to the drizzling sky.
Rolling,
face down and blind.
People you don't even know
are watching you.
At times like these
you are free
to laugh
copyright 2015
Emily
Fernandez |
