Freedom

Out of the grasp

Of enmeshed wounds 
And intricate bonds

A response 
That refuses simply

To sell itself out

Transitions into an authentic unknown

From tired, saccharine familiarity

A step short of reacting

That saves the soul

From repetitive, never-ending patterns

A relief unfolds
Bidding farewell

To enslavement 

And suffocation

In the guise of endearment

Earthly cracks
That freely rise

In creatively crafted images
Of impossibly human

Humanity

Surfing on waves

Of joyous imperfections

And unbridled humour

Lying beneath

Rigid, stoic worlds

In such ways often

Presenting as moments

Flashing as instances

Sometimes...
Freedom can be found