The Sound of Freedom

Sometimes the sound of freedom is found

when a woman sits in an empty room

When the whole world seems to be sleeping

and her babies are tucked safely in their beds

She feels the air settle down

and sees the fog fill the valleys that once seemed so deep

She turns the light low

and picks up her pen

to fill the cool loneliness with words on a page

What spills out of her is no longer sadness or grief

but some rare kind of peace that can't be wasted with noise

and can only be truly loved in the quiet, simple moments

of being completely alone.