Am I Free

The damp concrete holds the emotions of those passing through I am sure of it. Thinking though it has to with no choice. This moment I will have a choice. Gently placing my belongs of a small luggage and reusable bag on the floor I step onto the empty streets and fling my arms up to the dark sky shouting with confidence "This is me, for I am free of chains!" I begin to spin my arms slowly coming down to brace my wet and warm body. Alive.

This is being Alive.

Slowing my spin I squat down and rub my knees feeling the ache from nights before.

Alive. Weak. I am Free.