Poetry, Thoughts Free Spirit August 20, 2014 / I wasn’t always free. The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in, year after year, removing the shame layer by layer, until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained. It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since. Share this! Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp More Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading…