Freedom is unrestrained, untethered, uncertain.
I lift my arms to the wind and empty my lungs with a scream that echoes
Across mountains and down streams, on the backs of dragonflies toward ancient dawns.
I bare my teeth and stomp my feet.
Hunched shoulders and curled lips, I remember that I am wild and that this is my birthright.
I distort my body in sinister shapes to scare away this wretched thing inside me: fear.
It bears its grisly face and retreats to the comforts of conformity, where it belongs.
It is no match for a wild thing like me:
Beautiful and ugly and free.
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