*not my writing*
I’m telling you
she does not belong.
Not to one person,
not to one place,
not to one set of ideals.
Her mind changed her heart,
which changed her mind.
She was nothing
if not completely free.
Maybe we’re just afraid of anyone constantly searching.
Anything that didn’t clip her wings
or make her feel caged
was exactly where she was meant to be.
You’ve got to respect the things unafraid of going off path.
And she would always be the type
to lose herself
trying to find her own ways.
I suppose the river doesn’t compete with the earth,
it carves its own path.
It doesn’t brag,
or boast,
or beat its chest.
It just flows.
And the moon doesn’t try to outshine the stars.
It just glows.
The flowers
amidst the trees
which radiate and uphold life,
they only grow.
She wasn’t free because she knew where she was going.
She was free because she didn’t need to know.
J. Raymond
From Spades/Let Her Run.
