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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Comments1
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
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