Freedom

FREEDOM

I clearly remember the hour of my rebirth
the very minute Sanity graced my life..

There I sat,
in confusion's station,
isolated, shivering from loneliness
saddled with disappointment's baggage
holding hopeful's ticket to nowhere;
waiting impatiently,
for yet another train in route to romantic's ruin

With purpose she sauntered over
eased into my haziness
began a sobering conversation
of past, present and future
of pain, discomfort and truth

In response,
I tendered a litany of love's loss
a downpour of dead ends,
one-way excursions,
unaffectionate returns;
and blissful's ignorant intentions

In turn,
she infused tangible remedies
introspection's reality
wisdom's lesson's,
and I truly welcomed the windfall

Content, she stood,
extracted my token of sure pain
replaced it with a summons of release
leaned in from the north,
softly kissed my cold blue lips;
relegated me to life

Gracefully, she bent,
grabbed my tattered luggage
picked my sorrows from the bench
put them in her deep pockets;
receded into the shadows

Later,
amid a moment of meditation
I encountered her footprints
in the sands of my soul;
it was then, I discovered her identity

In my zeal to color her existence,
I had deemed her Sanity,
her true name: Freedom