I do not feel freed
Liar – I’ve been detached
Abruptly taken off the trunk
Of all my hopes and convictions.

Nothing left to hold on to
No sunshine to turn my face to
Yet, still light and green a leaf
Senselessly flying in the winds.

I could hit the ground tomorrow
Or survive decades in a row.
It’s just air, whatever the path
I will not leave a seed behind.