Gypsy Freedom Poem by Heidi Elizabeth

She walks the streets in clouds of lemonade
Taking sips thru an imaginary straw
This gypsy prefers life on parade
Thanking her stars to have it all

While other people toil away,
she chases sunsets in Bombay
Refusing to tie herself to 'a life',
she snips every string to avoid the strife

Feeling invincible she flys high,
painting her masterpiece in the sky
She has no time for life's obligations
instead getting by on others good graces

She dances to the music in the street
Shares a meal with whoever she meets
Sings of freedom and it's bounty
Leaves the next day for the next county

She surrenders all to pursue the chase
Even her little ones can't slow her pace
In them she creates a merry band
Abandons security as she grabs their hands

Fast forward twenty years
Smile wiped away by the salt in her tears
The rain clouds slide in over her parade
Leaving her gypsy heart torn and frayed

Her bones grow weary along with her heart
Restless in knowing even gypsys depart
Her pace, once musical in it's stride
frenzy's itself and misplaces its' pride

The gypsy carries her chain and ball
It's heaviness slowing her walk down the hall
While others take their breaks to play
She curses the albatross in her way

The fighter in her bears his teeth
Making every breath harder to breathe
Finding no more tricks up her sleeve
Jealousies boil as she begins to seethe

Living day-to-day just to get by
In her sweltering room she begins to cry
This life she chose and once celebrated 
Has emptied it's promises, a balloon deflated

Her sun is setting, It's getting cold
This gypsy life has gotten old
It's wrinkles deepen on it's creased face
Freedom sucked dry of all it's space