The Howling Screams of Freedom

By Veronica Da Silva

When a girl’s got nothing to lose, she turns to the forest.

The clock stands still for a while,

She buries herself into the ground like the roots

Of a long-forgotten tree.

The forest has never seen her good or bad days

Only her fading soul replenishing

Amongst the green that is a life

She once long ago never knew.

The wolves pass her by at night

Responding to her screams with their own howling songs.

They understand what it is to be free

They do not blame her for keeping her spirit ablaze.

She dances with the whispers of the woodlands

Her only friends in the vastness of the wild.

She knows and accepts her lonesome fate,

For no one can hold me down

Even when I am countries away.