Freedom Poem

 

freedom

 

So it is that most of the time we allow our over-crowded, claustrophobic cultural life,

that which includes all we eat, see, hear, breathe,

maybe love, to slowly seep into our bones,

creep inside all our thoughts and minds, even worse, our dreams

get under our skins,

yet somewhere along the line,

the unique being imprisoned inside all that wasteland, says "This is wrong," and

at that moment we have a choice to make, alone, and only alone can this be done.

If we decide to keep our blinders on, each time a little bit of freedom leaks,

until we become nothing but denial and deceit.

If we decide to stand, even though alone, and acknowledge this truth,

Which has risen from our soul, inopportune as it always been,

we can be truly free and can no longer be held imprisoned solely by our wants and desires.

But if instead, Fear resumes its hold, we can, merely go back to sleep,

keep on eating, praying, staying, always doing the same things the same old way,

and never make that resolute leap,

just go on being thankful you escaped, fated to remembering the time,

freedom almost had you.