Can I be free

" Can I ever be free?"

Those question flow with the wind of the open window.

The feminine voice of regret and pain, desperation and hopelessness.

The dimness of the room still couldn't hid the tears that ran down her cheeks down to her outstretched palms.

  Her face sideways and trance of hair from her messy bun moved in traces, with her long eyelashes quivering.

Her teary skin blue eyes reflected the beautiful black purple starry skies and the half moon....

Which spread it's ray on her wounded pathetic figure, sitting on the cold floor.

Lines of rushing flow of crimson blood flowed down spreading it self towards an closed small book.

Which front back was written huge words....

The Open heavens.

A sudden wave rushing wind blown furiously into the dim room, flicking the pages of the book, until it opened on the center page.

The view got closer to the open page, showing a written verse.

' Let no man swim in thee sin.

Let no man, continue in his wicked ways.

For the Lord God , our father...

Is willing and just to set us free from the bondages of the flesh.'

A weak yet blank laugher escape from her lips as slow humming played in the background.

" Set me free? Can I still be set free after everything?"

  Her eyes drift from the moon view then to the table clock not far away.

It's ticking sound tick it's way to a new beginning.

11: 56 pm

Typing.....

{ December 31, 2022}

" Can I ever be free?"

Police siren sounds sounds. It's red and blue light reflected on her side view face.....

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