A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

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The gust of wind that blew
Did not take away the weight
I thought it would.

If anything, I feel heavier
For the storm, that rained on,
Did not cleanse, it only drenched.

Heavy, deep inside, with no hope
Of ever shedding that baggage of grief.

When you lose, shouldn’t you be light?
For you are suddenly free, severed.

Of responsibility, of being bonded.
Of love.

You are that kite, soaring on freed string.
You are that feather, blowing thither, every which way.

YOU are free.

And there is free. Again.
Free of you.
Free to keep you ever, in my heart.
To know sometimes, visit memories.

Free to grieve.

I wonder, though, when
Ever
I will be.
To.

29 January, 2012

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

4 thoughts on “Free

  1. The pain never leaves does it Usha…the one who goes leaves behind a long season of autumn and it rains just enough to keep the dead leaves piled on the ground….
    its such a heart and soul wrenching poetry…written so beautifully

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    • “the one who goes leaves behind a long season of autumn and it rains just enough to keep the dead leaves piled on the ground”
      What a way to put it, Soma. Perfect description. Thank you for the empathy.

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  2. wonderful… !!!! something I can really relate to these days ! 🙂

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  3. Hitchy :D. I do get the reference. Thank you for the note 🙂

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