free spirit

out of the vast recesses of the mind emerges a lone struggleing spirit .it's hair unkempt and matted it's clothes torn and tattered living where nothing else mattered except it's very survival enslaved for many moons by an evil brew it's very soul bruised and battered no blue skies no yellow moon not a single solitary shade of anything but grey searching endlessly for that myriad sea of bright colorful lights where once more it can walk with head held high proud to be alive and free to be able to choose whatever it chooses to be