Flying Free


Swoop and soar

Through white clouds,

Calling shrilly

From above.


Blue sky

Soaks seamlessly

Into a sea

Of gently

Lapping waves.


Moored boats

Bob steadily

Up and down,

Sails creaking

In the breeze.


The air

Tastes damp

And salty

On my tongue.


In my mind

That’s where I am.


Not here,

Laid under glaring lights

Listening to machines

Whirr and beep.


Not here,

In this hospital bed

Chained still

By tubes and drips.


In my mind

I fly free. ©



3 thoughts on “Flying Free

    1. And you do fly free in your mind and that’s where the spirit comes from, you are inspiration and I am so glad I am coming over to see you next week. Love Maire x


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