Freedom

She stood by the window
Confined to a cell she once chose
Dusk turning to dawn
she watched the frost fall off the daffodils
Hope, new life
She dropped her bottle in the sink
as the whiskey drank the drain
The screen door shuttered behind her
She carried herself toward the field
Opened her arms
As the wind played the telephone
lines like a fiddle
Whisking through the open field
Each step toward who she used to be
Away from the woman she lost
A prisoner unrecognized,
that shared her name
As the sunrise called her
She followed the horizon

Freedom

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