I am running
running to the water
fire at my heels
flames lapping wildly
must get to the water
free my soul of fear
freedom white and blinding
I must find it here
I can see her waving
wading in the water
hair is plastered on her skin
dress is wet around the edges
freedom in a sun dress
exorcise the fear
no fire now lives here
I made it to the water
now I rest
28 November, 2007
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