Set Free

 
I slept peacefully when my world
was guarded by your thoughts.
The lashes are heavier than the nights these days.
 

What has changed that my thoughts 

are now the incoherent echo as the wee hours pass?
maybe you have slept too long
maybe you were gone too long.
 
It’s my fault that the storm soaked me through the night,
I left the windows open after all
but the air is fresh now
I can finally breathe now..
 
I can see the angels waive their bands at me
dressed in whites, dressed in pearls - 
an invitation to join, to celebrate, to let go. 
What remains behind was heavier than I could carry - 
I am now, set free!
 
 
Charu