I grieve

I have everything I wanted.
I am free,
my wings are stretching.

Yet I grieve.

I longed for this
for so long.
I am obliged to no one
-- only myself --

and yet I grieve.

I have what I've craved.
My legs can walk
anywhere I want to go.

still I grieve.

My fetters are gone,
but so is my shelter.
My curfew is gone,
but so is the care
that I'm home safe.

This I grieve.

I am free and filled with
possibility.

Yet still --

still I grieve.