I am a free spirit –

I go where the North winds take me,

whilst the restless dried leaves tumble and fall,

the bitter breeze blows,

calling them.

 

I am in no man’s land –

free as the mountain streams,

following gravity’s pull to conditionality,

quietly seeping to the core,

deep down, calcified,

no one knows me,

no one owns me,

being a free spirit,

is lonely.

 

Free Spirit by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

2016

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