liberty

catefrances

i stand upon my funeral pyre
and laugh at the mourners
heads bowed tears flowing
why? i am free
i am where i want to be
this is a celebration
not some morbid Art installation
my death is real
but i feel alive
for the first time i am
truly unbound and full of vitality
i raise my eyes skyward and watch
as rainclouds roll in from wherever
clouds are born
i feel the first drops and
i open my arms to embrace my baptism
a child laughs and i know it is me
3 years old and climbing a tree
a child cries and i know it is me
6 years old and wondering where mother is
a girl keens and i know it is me
12 years old and begging to be let go
a woman screams and i know it is me
i stand here reborn upon my funeral pyre
and i am the one living free in all eternity.

red mozzie

.. like this one toos¡

(enjoy reading your pieces, thanks for sharing)