Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Imprisoned by freedom.

They stepped into another life

The moment they got out of the plane..

No prying eyes… no wagging tongues… no responsibilities….

Even if it was just for a limited time..

They were free…

Free to walk hand in hand…

Free to sit beside one another and enjoy a meal

Free to laugh together

…as only lovers would

And before they knew it

they had to return.

To reality

To responsibility

To the rigidity that life imposes

All they had to hold onto

Were the memories

So wonderful... so lovely

They were prisoners of it.

1 comment:

sian123h said...

I totally understand the sentiment and feelings behind this post. I have been there, and felt the freedom that a foreign place gives. Beautiful words and evocative sentiments, my friend xx