The Words That Set Me Free

I walked to a peaceful place where I could be alone.

I walked to the place where I could write a poem, or two, or three.

It was then I realised that there was something more than just me.

The words were at my place, untouched by time,

filling an emptiness I had felt before.

But that went away, and even more, I could picture myself above a tree,

In this secreat place, where I hover

like a bird above the words

that set me free.