Freefall

To be free...a run in sunny air
reckless with no care...
even if it is only for an instant
is needed for sanity to be constant
Look up at the cloud laced blue sky
…We are alive... rejoice...
...Do not question why
Hark... a small inner voice...
We live... not by our choice
...Having run full circle...
I find there...is no miracle
Haltingly, my steps do become
slower...I can no longer run
...drawn to a dark side street
where agony my eyes do meet
where some may dwell
in sorrow no longer sweet
trapped in their private Hell
...a walk in the sun
brightened the day
Thinking I had escaped sorrow’s net
...but then like a magnet...
I am drawn their way
where the windows are darkened...
in mourning each day
To their cries...I do hearken
And...the haunted eyes still watch...
from the bleak windows
and heads nod as I return...
to pick up the chains...
........that I alone chose

©Faye Sizemore 8/20/03