Freedom. I yearn for it. Mental. Physical. Emotional. Spiritual. Oh, let's not forget financial. Freedom to be. Freedom to live my dreams. 2 syllables, holding infinite possibility. The arrogant wind. A bald eagle carving the sky. A pod of dolphins cleaving the sea. A mustang running the shoreline. Freedom. Like the water, it just flows. Forging a new path wherever it goes. Never looking back from where it came. Subtly forceful; not domineering. But certainly gets its way. Freedom, with the wisdom and intuition of the waters. The symbol of the Divine Feminine; the circle of life. Ebb and flow: the rise and fall of the tides. Waning and waxing of the moon. Like a slave who's paid their dues. A prisoner done serving time. A patient surviving cancer. Freedom— A heartfelt prayer. The way you feel coming out of the confessional Energized to do your penance. Releasing a long-held, unhealthy attachment To a past lover, idea, addiction, mental state; despondency. Choosing to move with faith. Trusting the universe would always lead you right. Lead you to all your heart's desires, meet all your needs. Freedom is surrender— To the infinite wisdom of the universe. You don't need to see the whole path. Just jump. Run, Leap. But aim for the horizon. Standing tall, Standing rooted. standing in Alignment. Heart pounding— not because you survived... But because you chose different. Freedom— I claim it.