The Freeing Self
The Freeing Self
As you grow older
Responsibilities pile on your shoulder
Bending you down further.
Bound with the shackles of responsibility
I keep dragging my life quality
Forgetting to really comply.
That was the moment I took a break
And let loose my guards that hook
Only to feel the real me amidst the snook.
Even nature smelled my feel
And painted the sky with dark reel
Followed with thundering seal.
The self within me smiled
Giving wheels to my feet that spurred
Like a lark that is ready to glide.
There I stood under the dark clouds
With my wide open stretched arms
As the first drop of rain kissed my cheeks.
Sizzling tinkle took my nerves
As one by one, each rain droplet conquered me
Uncuffing every bond that kept me bound.
And the rain took overcharge
Freeing my body that forgot to agog
The essence of love that bloomed in her log.
The love that longed to be smooched
By its ancient messenger that encompassed
The very image of the fella in its tiny little drop that rained.
Eagerly embracing every being of her
That found privilege to be snogged by her paramour
Peeping through the gobbet with his message of ardor.