Many of us are born into some kind of tradition.
Taught a certain way of life.
Be it the street gangster code,
Or the old cultural rituals,
The nuclear family innovations,
Or a religious upbringing
Each of us is born into a particular set of rules
Some will come to love these teachings,
try as they may,
Will never feel at home,
in their home traditions.
I see a modern girl in an ancient world
Tired of long cloaks dyed with modesty
Of being draped head to toe in inhibitions
And left to envy the freedom of the morning mists.
Humility is oppressed upon her by men and women alike
Her eyes forced down everywhere she goes
But Oh, how she longs!
To gaze upon the mountain peaks
To climb up the willow tree
And dance in the verdant garden shades
Oh how she craves!
To free her pale arms and legs
To feel the caress of an evening breeze
And the kiss of a morning sun
Oh how she imagines!
Choosing the one she loves
Free as picking a favourite star in the vast night sky
Or a daisy in the meadow.
And so, one day she dawns a bold dress of determination
Kicks on her leather booted dreams
And struts to the freedom of self discovery
Into the lush forests of empowerment.
She will return
And bring enlightenment
To those so much like her.
Sadje’s whatdoyousee photo-prompt captioning the first photo, inspired me to write this.
I’d love to know what you think, or feel, or wish to share about this piece.
Stay safe everyone,
P.S Been having a rather eventful January so I’m so behind on reading, but I’m working things out, don’t give up on me yet, lol.