Each year when this day comes, I quietly mark it with a small smile. I don't tend to say a word, but I know.
Today is my Freedom Day.
The day I left
So long ago, another world ago,
Escaping with my two small boys,
far, far away.
Living in the truck for months, rather than spend one more moment
Our found sanctuary
remote on a mountain,
less afraid, never as afraid again.
Our little cabin with a view from dawn all the way until dusk,
chopping wood, hauling water.
Singing songs with my little ones,
the Wild singing her songs back to us.
Today. May 19th
marks the day
I began to love myself....