Salt
the true taste of freedom
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->
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.


Comments (13)
I love this freedom can be bitter sweet. If you could read my work I would love the feedback
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?
This was beautifully written Caroline, I love the sensory elements and vivid imagery! Great work!
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. 🤔
Great work, thanks for sharing
As cliffs of certainties crumble…. What a fantastic line. I absolutely loved this.
I feel how terrifying freedom must be here, this boundlessness we cannot be inhabit and still live.
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
Your work is great thank you
I feel this is a more spiritual freedom . Nicely conveyed imagery
Whoaaaa, this was so profound and very beautifully written!