Freedom.

Wants to run free,
She hopes to feel,
The cool wind on her body,
And wetness to the core.
But bound by ropes,
And hands she is,
She can only free herself
If she has stayed long enough
To irritate them beyond
Endurance.
Then, she will be ejected,
Fiercely, and with anger.
She is thrown out,
And with every breath,
Outer and outer.
Till she finds herself,
Doing what she envisioned,
The air on her body, as she flies
And then wet to her soul
As she slips down the drain.
My running nose.

This to bring to your notice that the poetess is suffering from severe cold and it has gotten from bad to worse. She- the poetess- keeps on sneezing and sniffing the entire day. It has given her an extreme headache and she often keeps on “cracking her nose”: not in a druggy sort of a way. And the worst part is that she can’t even take a break from her normal schedule because it’s just cold and not a viral fever or flu in any way!

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