Free Fall

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Free Fall.

A dove flies free,
From the sunken ship of duties.

Repetition makes me,
I am not worth freedom.

A dove flies free,
From the sunken ship of imprisonment.

Wings slice the air,
I’ve given away hurt and despair.

A dove soars high,
Away from the safari of blues.

Sadness was then,
I am different, my past, I leave behind.

A dove soars high,
Away from the crash of burdens.

I relinquish memories.
Even pain requires freedom.

I am a fonder of youth,
My arrest is unleashed.
It is eaten away.
I believe,
I fall free.

This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.

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