How liberating and freeing it is to be alive. To be truly alive. To feel held and supported and grounded in earth that you felt was always denied you.

Earth glimmering and shimmering in the light, fresh with rain.

I imagined freedom and dreamed of

a creation inside of me that blooms

church bells tolling in the sunset

shadowed bells rock back and forth as deep oranges and reds shine behind them

Freedom. We watch the bells go back and forth

back and forth. Time endless

boundless, all joy.

The pain you denied yourself denied your joy.

See what it is to be free; feel the exhilaration

a dove soars through sky so blue

you see the painter’s brush on the canvas. Clouds

alight, white bright but black pores still deeper still.

You know the time. Bells stop.

Toll on, toll on.

—-

Freedom. Toll on, toll on.

bells ring, fade.

Blue twilight descends, a blanket upon the world

Bells slow. ropes dangle.

quiet.

still.

and you whisper once- freedom.



-”You Told the Truth”, MŒ

Mikael Owunna