A Time to Breathe
By E. L. Hayes
It was a long time ago when last I felt freedom.
When days passed without care, vivid memories of a fresh cool breeze tickling my nose, trees swaying soft soothing songs, and bright happy flowers chatter in full bloom.
Breathing deeply, from time to time, standing in the warmth of the sun, a glimpse of freedom returns.
It is fleeting and leaves a hunger, a pain, a longing for the days of clean, satisfying, lung filling air.
It was a long time ago when I last felt freedom.
It was before; before I knew shame.
Time passed without knowledge, or consent for that matter. Then realization that years resemble mere days when trapped in a cell of your own design.
Sitting in the warmth of the sun and muse. Have I been lost in a fairy’s glade? Lost in the passage of time? When was I robbed of that precious fresh air?
It was a long time ago that I had my freedom.
Reckon it may never return.
Long years add to the weight of a life that I grieve.
It was such a long, long time ago that I could taste and be free.
It was back when in a foreign world, sheltered and safe.
It was before I knew the horror of life demanded we learn.
A long time ago indeed.