Free to Fly

Free to Fly by Nerin Naidu

I lie on the oversized bed with the whiteness of the freshly laundered sheets offering temporary, soothing comfort to my feverish body.

I hear the droplets of life sustaining rain patter against the semi-opened window pane.

I know that this is the sound I want to make my final exit to.

As though hearing my thoughts, the rain beats down faster and faster with a determination that speaks to me, telling, me that its ok to finally let go.

I close my eyes. The pain subsides. Months of anguish feel like a nightmare of yesterday.

I feel a lightness in the very depth of my being as my soul leaves this decaying body.

It seeks the openness of the dark night sky through the gaping slit left open as a ritual.

The lightness of being brings with it an unexplained joy as my soul floats further away into the soft breeze that envelops it.

It glides as light as a feather towards the towering giants that have their roots firmly anchored in the rich soil while bathing in the torrential downpour.

Floating towards the top most branches that sways rhythmically in the sudden gust of wind.

The drops of soothing rain passes through me, turning my soul into the pure untouched entity it is, free to wander.

For but a brief moment, I glance from afar at my slumbering, still form.

The smile on the vacant face tells me that all is as it really should be and I finally take flight.