Freedom’s Cost

When all is lost

Something is found

The final cost

Is the broken bond

Freedoms unraveling

Of what we trust

Brings a fearful thing

All that is known is turned to dust

When all is lost

Something is found

And freedoms cost

Merely fears unbound

A singing song

A caged bird free to fly

Its voice clear and strong

Alone in an empty sky

Girl On A Train

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Brown face,

Chocolate hair,

Almond eyes,

Ready to withdraw

But waiting….


Fine expensive clothing,

Delicate, prideful, fearsome;

Clean and pressed

With edges frayed.


Stolen glance,

Quiet reproach or

Mistaken intent;

Peripheral understanding.


While screaming wheels beneath

Steel on steel,

Sing their song;

Pleading in the darkness