Fresh Air
- Colleen Briske Ferguson
- 5 hours ago
- 1 min read
A breath of fresh air – inhale deeply.
Soul food.
Sunshine on my arm
Warmth, comfort.
Closed up in an elevator
No where to go.
Bound by rules
That govern our every move.
Freedom? Chains?
What will today bring?
I’ll take the fresh air any day
And remember there is always the freedom to breathe.

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