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Salt

the true taste of freedom

By Caroline JanePublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
Salt
Photo by Gena Okami on Unsplash

Mother, how do I know if I am free?

You will feel the sting of it as it drips into your raw, exposed wounds.

Around you, the air will reek with it as cliffs of certainties crumble, releasing it into new, unexplored seas.

You will lick your dry, chapped lips and taste its bitterness while wiping streaks of it from your face.

Your body will glow, and you will pant as it clings to you,

cooling you,

grounding you,

taking you home to the dirt beneath the golden shores and green grass fields from which it is mined.

Author's Note:

This poem has also been shared to my Substack which you can find here->

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About the Creator

Caroline Jane

CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.

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Nice work

Very well written. Keep up the good work!

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  • Janelle Griggs about a year ago

    I love this freedom can be bitter sweet. If you could read my work I would love the feedback

  • Tiffany Gordonabout a year ago

    Phenomenal work Caroline! You've really been tearing it up my friend! I'm truly enjoying catching up on your work!!🥰

  • Fabulous. Sensuous. Not figured substack out. I am trying, any tips?

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    I can actually taste the salt and smell the shore. Side note, I wondered why it didn't come up in my feed, and saw that I was no longer subscribed. Don't know how that happened. Hmmm. 🤔

  • Sarby Salawie Luwelengabout a year ago

    Great work, thanks for sharing

  • Caroline Cravenabout a year ago

    As cliffs of certainties crumble…. What a fantastic line. I absolutely loved this.

  • Hannah Mooreabout a year ago

    I feel how terrifying freedom must be here, this boundlessness we cannot be inhabit and still live.

  • D.K. Shepardabout a year ago

    Really fantastic! Such strong word choice and imagery! Loved “as cliffs of certainties crumble”

  • That is literary treat, some great images contained in your words

  • hassen fraihabout a year ago

    Your work is great thank you

  • Mariann Carrollabout a year ago

    I feel this is a more spiritual freedom . Nicely conveyed imagery

  • Whoaaaa, this was so profound and very beautifully written!

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