She was finally free
Wind blowing in her hair
As she spun in the night
Without a shutter open to the square
Or a light in sight
She was finally free
As her hushed whisper turned to joyous song,
She had almost forgotten
It had been so long.
But once she started
The words flowed free
Like the flames of a fire
Bright and seen
She was finally free
She had spent so long
Tried so hard
Studied the innuendos
Till the dark
Turned to dawn
And yet
Here she stood
in the street
Shackles on her feet
For her young boy
Who had dared steal a pair of corduroys
He was saved
Loved filled her heart
Once overcome with fear
Spilling into her lungs
The time was near
She was finally free
The two guards
Had begun to fall behind
They never got quite used
To seeing the eyes
Of the prisoners they took
To the other side
She was finally free
And as the gunshot
Rang out through the air
It hit the girl dead
Square in the head
Right in those streets
Over there
She was finally freed
Reflections Literary Magazine 