finally / the wind sighed / she chooses freedom / a soft breeze scatters the ashes / they float through the iron bars / across the sea...

if who we are is made up / of values / they line our spine / each vertebrae / something we hold dear...

my heart hangs on a / string / swings gently in / the summer breeze / like laundry / basking / in the sun / left out to dry / but unlike fresh linen...

i am learning / that a voice always running / gets lost in the wind / for my voice to rise / above the noise / the static / the clamor...

in trusting the process / i trust myself to navigate / the highs and lows that / change / with each moment / my own tidal surges...