Tag: freedom

  • Freedom

    “I’m free!!” As I ran out the front door of the building, I started immediately screaming with excitement, but my excitement quickly turned into hysterical sobbing. I knew my coworkers were watching me through their office windows, but I didn’t care. Most of them were the reason I was leaving and the reason I was…

  • The Garden

    Flowers are calling  Forever singing my name  Always flowing free  Vivid gardens bloom  Splashy colors reaching up  Towards the bright blue sky  Showing me my dreams  Always teasing the future  Where I will be free  Photo by corina ardeleanu on Unsplash

  • Lady

    The bicycle I received on my sixth birthday was by far my favorite present I had ever gotten.  It was pink and white with a banana seat big enough for my sister and I to get to the park easily and quickly.  I had secretly named my bike Lady and when Sarah started calling her…

  • Caught

    I knew I was in trouble the moment I found my sister reading my journal.  She would know about all the secrets and opinions I had about my family and my friends.  I didn’t really like any of them.  I knew my parents thought sending me to college would further my education just enough.  Just enough…

  • Setting them Free

    The circus came back to town the day I was supposed to leave.  I needed to get away from nowhere and anywhere Texas. I knew I would be held back by my family name – Taylor was a common enough last name, but in and around Georgetown it was the “Oh, you’re part of THAT Taylor…

  • Vacation Planning

    “I can’t believe you would back out now.  Especially since we have been planning this trip for months.  Am I supposed to go by myself?  And pay for the hotel by myself?  I was starting to panic thinking about paying the entire hotel bill for a week in Park City.  “You’re acting like this was…

  • Bad Habits

    “I picked up that habit from Brianne.  I know it’s a weird one and can be super annoying, but I’ve done it for so long, I can’t stop.”  “You can stop, just try harder,” my mother snapped.  “You can’t blame Brianne for everything.”  I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew it wouldn’t work.  When…

  • Without a Trace

    “Adam!  Jenny!  Michael!  I’m home,” I called as I kicked the door closed behind me.  I struggled through to the kitchen and managed to get all the bags onto the island without dropping a single thing.  “I’m home,” I called again.  I started putting the groceries away, listening with one ear for any noise coming from above.  Or below.  Or anywhere.  After a few minutes,…

  • The Best Summer

    The best summer of my life was the summer I turned seventeen.  It was the summer I gained freedom from myself and my parents.  No one quite believed how miserable I was, but then again, I hadn’t been totally honest about what was happening at home.  Everything came to a head when I came home to find my…

  • Clouds

    They floated above me  Finding peace in the wind  That I longed to feel  They moved at their own pace  While I ran with others  I longed for their freedom  Their compassion  Their release.