Freed

That day, while standing on the window pane,

Watching the warmth of my coffee mug being stolen away in the winds,

The strands of my hairs flowing freely, as if dancing on the beats of nature,

That tempting smell of the still damp soil after having a rain bath spreading its existence everywhere,

It was all so free, so lively,

As if each element on planet trying to live to the fullest,

In the midst of it all,

I was happy, I really was

But something within felt caged,

I felt void,

Like I longed for something but too scared to get it,

Just like a muffin placed high in front of 5 years old me,

But I'm too scared to jump and grab it,

I wasn't sure, I was confused,

Legs felt heavy to put a step forward,

As if something heavier than anything tied to them,

It was then that one childish little wish within me which wanted or should I say craved to be completed,

Which wasn't really ready to give up,

Asked me to step up, asked me to have a look on what is it which is stopping me.

It was then for that child within,

I turned around,

Just to find a bag full of my own fear, my own insecurities, my own presumptions being tied on me.

It was then I found that it wasn't anyone else

But I stopping myself from reaching where I wanted to be.

It was then I moved forward.

It was then I let myself live as freely as everything around me.

It was the day I set myself free.