Free in NYC :: Paint and Poetry by Samantha Clark


free in nyc paint poetry


Free in NYC

In New York City
I ran free.
Constricted not
By the layers of packed clothes to warm me I ran free.
Star-struck and gazing,
Strained in the neck
from appreciation at every angle
I ran free.
and hungry.
Centred in the centre of the world.
In love with a city
I ran free.
Free even in the comprehension
That could be.
I ran free.
Towards freedom I am returning.
Towards freedom I am flying.
For it’s in freedom
that this Heart belongs.





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