Cry Free
a cry for freedom
I cry because the birds are singing because the red one showed Herself to me thrice in this day. I cry because my sister, my sister is here and the wind is softer when she is near. I cry because I have lost I have lost a sea of love under a sky artists cannot paint. I cry because what grows here keeps me forever a young girl who believes berries ripen free. I cry because you’re not here, not with me forsaken and poisonous I cannot plea. I cry under a sky who holds me tight in a swaddle of tree tops talking about my tomorrow. I cry in a way I never have I never, always wanted to— sanctification is found in my tears.
Through vivid imagery and raw honesty, the poem captures moments of beauty intertwined with deep sorrow, reminding us that grief and joy often coexist. It speaks to the bonds we share with loved ones and the solace we find in nature, even amidst loss. As you read, I invite you to reflect on your own moments of vulnerability and strength, and to honor the tears that cleanse and heal us. Let this poem be a reminder that our emotions are sacred, shaping who we are and how we connect with the world around us.
Love to you,
Hunni
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