Freewrite
Like opening your passenger door
2 cm above the curb, I exhaled with great relief.
And then I began to write. A freeing of one's
soul onto paper, inner most private thoughts
disguised as others' wild imaginations,
letting loose of all inhibitions,
only a freedom in which the innocence
of a child or a foolish drunk may experience,
writing for me
was a freeing of creative scratchiness
that finally
would unleash my messy caged thoughts
out into the open-
Free, from my mind.
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2021
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