https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsLgv37m-84
Freedom he says is priceless
Looking up from his coffee
Licking his lips he remembers
Shudders at the memory
Turns away from the past
Looks out into a future
Unsure what it holds
But it will be better than
Where he has come from.
He sits with an old school friend
She is concerned he harbours such pain
She asks the question, is it worth it?
He has no doubt it is
He relates his latest round
Of punches, slaps, insults
Attacks on his manhood
His shortcoming as a husband
Designed to make him worthless.
After fifteen years he is still alone
It’s better than what he had
But there is an emptiness
Living alone has its advantages
But the longing to find a mate
Nags at his consciousness
He looks about but no one notices
His aimless wanderings
His confidence shot to pieces.
Writing is his saviour in dark times
Penning words to justify his existence
Forging images of better times, dreams and desires.
The girl with grey bangs looks across and notices
Sees something so many have missed
She longs for him to notice her,
Tentative overtures begin, not wishing to intrude.
One word leads to another, he hears a laugh
Feels there is a lasting connection.
Freedom comes at a price he knows
Some bits are damaged as you struggle free
Can they be repaired he wonders?
The girl with grey bangs is also broken
But is brave, courageous, passionate
She shows him a path, a way to go
He can feel again, laugh freely
He awakens each day to hope.
Her smile flashes across his mind.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/09/25/music-friday-prompt-10-freedom-for-the-stallions/
Morpethroad 
The saying goes: while there is life there is hope. I hope for him, the memory of her smile will not be a mere memory, but a reality.
Thank you Lyn, and yes one would like to think it is….
I like what you have done with the prompt. Your poem shows the possibility of movement and change but only if makes that choice. Brilliant response 🙂
Thank you so much, I do tend to go off on my own mindset with these prompts so thanks for the comment I greatly appreciate it…Michael
Sometimes 2 broken parts can be glued together through suffering similar circumstances. I hope they find each other and can be together so they can both be happy.
Hi Jenny, thank you for stopping by…Yes one can only hope…
You’re welcome mate. Hope reigns eternal 😊