I Stand Convicted

<i> The cop busted through the door and I dove out the window and into the cold night air. It was 4am mid-December and all I was wearing was my underwear. A thin swirl of snow circled the ground three floors below.</p><p>With his gun in one hand the cop grabbed my leg as soon as I was out the window. He held me in place and I stood perpendicular to the outside wall of the building. I tried to kick off the wall with the foot that was free but I kicked the cops hand instead and he dropped his gun and loosened his grip on my leg.</p><p>I pulled free and flew away and as I floated in the air time played a cruel trick on me. It let me fall so slow that I had plenty of time to think how bad it was going to hurt when I landed. </p><p>I calmly wondered if I would be alive once I hit the ground. I was comforted by the thought that; if I wasn't I would have made good my escape. The cops would certainly have me then; but at least I would be free.</p><p> It felt good sailing through that black void expecting what was to come. Because in that period of time I was free ... I was as free as a bird in captivity.</p></i>