Break Free

One Monday morning,

I woke up feeling blue;

daily routine awaits.

These blue feelings

overflew,

set to motion wild thoughts

that were unstoppable

like a fast-flowing river.

Called my boss

and told him that I quit;

liberation –

my soul broke free.

My wrists feel strange

without the cold metal shackles;

a couple of steps and I lost balance –

these feet have forgotten how to walk.

I went to lie in a meadow

amongst the flowers,

bees and butterflies;

climbed on a tree

for my eyes to see,

the colourful world

that is calling me.

With just a backpack

weighing down my shoulders,

I set out to travel

from a country to another,

like a butterfly

fluttering between flowers

on a sunny Spring afternoon.

In diverse corners of the earth,

I found scattered pieces of myself;

pieces that I had never looked for.

My gleeful heart is like a fridge magnet,

it finds home in all these foreign places.

~

This poem was first published on Steemit.

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