Freedom
With an uncertain hand, I let the knife cut
the rope that bound the ship to the pier
right there, the rope broke
and the splash from the rope hitting the sea woke me up
- is this right, running through my head
Inch by inch, the ship moved away from land
until I saw the sun shimmering in the sea
with a firm grip on the railing, I stared towards the land
- I'm sailing... I'm really sailing
towards an unknown destination
The wind caught the sails and they fluttered
and I'm on my way to my goal;
- independence, what does it mean?
the journey from the delivery room
to the sea foam, took time
it's good, and it's sad
but one thing I believe in,
- the experiences are only mine.
Berit Haga
2004 / 2023
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