she is free

she is free

at least, that is
what she thinks.
what she feels.

her blonde hair has 
wildflowers and weeds
braided into it as
it blows in the breeze.

her dress is long,
flowing and covered in
grass stains and mud as
she splatters through
a brook near her 
small cottage.

her feet sink into
the soft dirt as she 
stands barefoot in the
meadow, eyes closed, breathing
in the smell of summer.

her smile is wide as
she wipes flour off of
her battered apron, eyes
twinkling with happiness
as her lover laughs.

her hand is outstretched
as she reaches for the
girls hand, wading through
the pond to get to her
smiling ladylove.

her teeth are straight
as she grits them, forcing
herself to walk away from
the big yellow house,
away from the jeers of 
young boys.

her eyes are wide and
green before they squeeze shut,
tears slipping from them
when she tries to sleep.

her arms are strong
as they wrap around the
frame of her shaking
beloved.

her mouth is turning
up in the corners as she
leads her darling up to the
meadow as the sun sets.

her tears are hot as 
she laughs, her hair splayed
out on the grassy ground,
her hand enclosing the
hand of her amante.

her voice is warm
as she sings, strumming
her guitar as her inamorata
sits next to her, sipping
herbal tea.

she is free.
she is free after
years of fighting for
her own happy ever after,
she is free.