I am free

The salt spray tickles my imagination
Overwhelmed by happiness as I realise someone so impure
can feel pure once again.
I am not condemned.
Waves of emotion crash over me and the serenity takes my breath.
Sitting here, I am being watched, I am being talked to, I am being
touched but I am not. I am alone. Alone.. Fulfilled.. Wholesome..
Flying... I am silent, but I am laughing and singing.
My life is changing. I'm feeling like I am about to unwrap the best 
present I've EVER recieved. Excited.. Guessing.. Nervous... But I have
to wait to cut the cake first.

You take my hand and the sea flies into a jealous rage. The waves roar
and roll and crash and the wind whips my salted hair against my face.
My heart doesn't sink like it used to because I am free. 
I have reached my emancipation.

27 January 2001