Birds and Freedom

As the wood
creaks under
my feet
I hear
the birds
in the distance.
The are calling
out.
I am calmed
for just a
moment.
As the cold wind
whirls
around me
I am reminded
that I am
alive.
I walk
around
the cabin and
look inside.
There was
a life here
before me.
I tried to
open the door.
it was locked.
I walked around
to sit on a bench.
The sun
warms
by face
as the winter
wind continues
to blow.
I will wait
a little longer.
I see a little
bird land on the rail
and then
quickly flies
away.
and then
like that
I am free.