Was I Free?

A time when the fire roared
against the inky sky
the moon was an ivory blot
suspended midway.

The universe was spinning
shooting stars; cosmic fireworks
moved to its apogee 
but my legs were rooted. 

In the quagmire of burden
I stretched my branches 
towards the burning light
was that me a leafless tree?

Was that really me?
with the bondages snapped
I dropped away the fruits
Karma, was I free? 

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #279. On the prompt: Was that really me?
A spiritual poem for today, reflecting on the freedom of the soul. I don’t have much else to add.

Thanks for reading ❤️