She whispered in my ear, over our prosecco
She said
"I just need to be free"
she was just about to say I do to her second husband
I didn't have the heart to ask her why,
why was she getting married for the second time if she already knew she was a free spirit and wanted to be free?
but as I've learnt in my time on earth
sometimes it's better just to listen rather than ask awkward questions that I already know the answer too
Life is a jack in the box
things pop up and you just don't know when or what time or for what reason
and they can shake the core
of you and all those around you
what does it mean to be free anyway?
does it mean living happily inside one's self?
having confidence to believe in our own dreams?
belief that we can walk the street alone on our own two feet without doubts and worries of what's to come, or indeed what has been ?
even eating alone at a restaurant knowing exactly who is paying the bill?
no undignified discussions
no guilt just pure pleasure because we got exactly what we paid for?
even flying above all the shite we all live with on a daily basis
could doing it alone instead of carrying extra baggage make us anymore free?
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Psychological and existential questions that no one wants the answers to posed in this poem. And why do they not want the answers, because they would lead to an admission no one wants to make and choices too damn hard. Soaked in a technological world of ease we are accustomed to entitlement, where criticism is our vent for minor frustrations that we have no answer for. Nicely done Teddy
Very nicely saidy dear sorrenbarret thank you so much. 🌹
A pleasure my friend
Dear, Teddy,
A very interesting poem on freedom, a word often used buy never really understood. I suppose to be free from someone, something, some ordeal, event or worry, but to be totally free, I think is impossible, as in that old adage, free as a bird, well, birds are far from free, in constant search for food, fear of predators, raising young and so on. Sleep perhaps is freedom unbound, it's just a pity we are not consciousely there to enjoy it. lol. Well done, my friend.
Wishing you as much freedom as possible,
Tony.
Thank you so much dear Tony. 🌹
Some people just need partners.
Some need to be apart.
Some prefer animals to humans.
Some have broken hearts.
Freedom is doing what you please
The girl next door says so, and she's a tease.
I do scratch my head to those who want to be free yet tie the knot 🤣
It's called desperate. lol
Teddy, I’ve felt alone in a room full of people…so I don’t automatically expect solitude to feel worse. Sometimes I’d welcome the breathing room. Great write, my dearest friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dear Tristan thank you my friend, I guess what I have imagined is that even though she wants to be free she married her second husband because maybe she really was afraid to be alone. Something worth reflection. 🌹 Tristan thank you my dear friend.
Life can be like that Teddy but in my life I have always been content with sharing it with the one I love.
Andy
Yes, everyone has their own means of life. I'm so happy for you my friend. 🌹
Powerful work, sweet Teddy. There’s an honest human contradiction at the heart of this, because a woman can be standing on the brink of marriage, raising a glass of prosecco, and still quietly confess that what she wants most is to be free. The questions that follow are the keeper for me, especially whether we can ever fly above the baggage we carry, because the poem recognizes that freedom isn’t simply escaping other people but learning what we’re carrying, why we carry it, and whether we’re finally ready to put some of it down.
What a lovely response, thank you dear Thomas well said my friend, time will tell for her. 🌹
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