by Jessu Goodfellow
[box]‘One Road to Freedom’ traces the feelings of a woman who wants to break free from the world as well as her own mind that hold her back from achieving her dreams and being her own self. Jessu Goodfellow writes a poem, interpreting the theme, ‘On the Road’, in her own way.[/box]There are clouds in her head
Dreams on her shoulders,
But the burdens on her back
Drown out her soul’s desires.
She lives in her misty mind,
Giving birth to baby dreams,
But the weight gets heavier,
She’s voiceless as she screams
“Look into my eyes,
See through my emptiness,
Catch a glimpse of who I am,
I am so much more than this…”
There’s a jungle growing thick
And convoluted, dark doubts
Taking deep roots in her mind.
But the chaste blood coursing
Through her veins are turning
Into a bold, roaring, raging fire.
Thick clouds are gathering
They will break into heavy rain,
She will break out of her cage
In some unexpected moment,
Her valiant voice will thunder,
“This is me, look right at me,
You will never choke me again!
I am running, I am dreaming,
I will force your eyes to see
Who I am, all that I really am,
Now there’s no stopping me.
I am running, I am dreaming
As the road unwraps itself
Before me – this is my path
Of freedom, I wait no longer
For the world’s permission.
I am running, I am dreaming,
Stop this wild hunt for my soul.
This road is mine, I will take it –
You will soon know who I am.
I am a dreamer, I am a seeker
Of things beyond your control.
I will fly through wispy clouds,
Lay hold of unearthly trophies,
I will race right out of my mind
Onto the free, unfolding highway,
My eyes set on the glorious edges
Of a beautiful glimmering horizon
Calling, inviting, opening its arms
Wide, embracing my brazen soul”.
Now the thunder stops its rolling,
The rain gently singing melodies
Soothing her raging fires, calming
Her rushing rivers – as the blood
In her veins flows more tenderly,
Her eyes light up, they brighten
To new freedom and dewy dawns
Of new experience. In a moment
She will look back to see the road
Behind her – there’d be nothing
There except a faint gold-dust trail,
A breeze dancing with the leaves.
No jungle now, no storm, no rain –
But wispy clouds on glimmering
Horizons and a road that grew
Out of her own feisty mind.
That one road to glorious freedom,
That one way street – we run and run,
Never back, never, but always forward.
Always running, and always dreaming,
So the bright road will keep unfurling
Beneath our dainty, fearless feet.
Jessu Goodfellow is a Branding and Communications professional based in Bangalore, India. She loves all the joys and challenges of a corporate career, but would choose to write if she was given just a day to live. She would be delighted if you chose to follow her latest blog Force of Dreams and link with her on Twitter (@JessuGoodfellow).
Jessu attended the Bangalore Writers Workshop, an interactive method of bringing a group of writers together and allowing them to study the craft of writing while receiving constructive feedback on their own work. More details are available at http://bangalorewriters.com/
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