She thought that love would set her free
That then she’d be all she could be
But locked within the open gate
She found herself entrapped too late
She thought alone she would be free
Walking beside the silver sea
But loneliness stalked the empty beach
Love always just out of reach
Years spent outside looking in
Waiting for love to begin
Then inside, and looking out
First the flood, and then the drought
Love versus freedom is the crux
bewildered hearts in constant flux
One can only wonder whether
ever the two arrive together
Maid Marian set us an Oscar Wilde prompt over at Real Toads : to write something inspired by Oscar Wilde. But what spoke to me in her post were the words "a literary genius who sacrificed freedom for love." Intriguing words. In younger years, I longed for love, a partner with whom I thought I would be all I can be. Yet when love came, along came pain, disillusionment and definite feelings of entrapment. Years alone, I felt the peacefulness of solitude, but still felt something missing, and wondered why what comes so easily to most, eluded me.
Finally I had to stop waiting and be all I can be on my own. I do believe that more often than one might imagine, both love and freedom arrive together, or we wouldnt have so many happy couples. So I didnt write about Oscar, but followed the conundrum of love versus freedom.
Do check out the other responses to the prompt - there are sure to be some great reads.