Free

A catch up with old friends was long over do. They have a house now, on the hill, overlooking Swansea and the sea beyond. Standing on the fortress you can see for miles; the world laid out before you in splendour and beauty. We talked and ate and talked some more. And as we talked we discovered we were free. Free from oppression, judgement and shame. Free to question and to grow. To make mistakes and to learn. Free to be. And then we left and I found I was not. We may run from our demons. We may try to climb. We may try to be better .We may try to grow and to live large and fully. To find happiness. But we are born slaves. And we are not free.