A Poem-A-Day Celebration

Poem submission by dreamingele

I lift the lever of a lock on an old dusty fence

with the sun position at the highest point of the day

I take one last look at what used to be

one last look of what I though was me

One foot in front of the other, I step onto the dirt road

tangled hair

dirty nails

unappealing clothes

these shoes have neva came across this road

You may ask, girl where ya goin

and I will say, I’m goin to find my freedom

freedom from what, you may ask

you may even say I know not where I’m headed

you try to convince me that this is home

your echoes of your doubts and

your words of you’ll be back chase me down

One foot in front of the other, I walk this dirt road

tangled hair

dirty nails

unappealing clothes

these shoes have neva came across this road

I take in my hand the fresh soil that lies on the road

nose pressed up against it

I inhale

I gaze at the sun and I say

Mr I’m about to find my freedom

and this road gone take me there

One foot in front of the other

I make my way down that road

I take one last look back

and there lie my unappealing clothes

and them damn shoes that aint neva seen this road

Smiling, and just as free as I can be

one foot in front of the other

don’t wait for my return

I won’t be back

You may ask, girl where ya goin

and I will say, I’m goin to find my freedom

freedom from what, you may ask

freedom from self imprisonment

neva shall I return

I’m about to find my freedom

and this road gone take me there