Poem: Freedom

is it the only path

to walk

and see what

you see,

burdened by your

sins

and judgments

 

or could I venture

on my own,

even if it is a lonely

pilgrimage,

or if I read the wrong

book

and meet

 

the wrong people,

lost souls who don’t

bare the cross or

the star or the hammer

and sickle or the crescent

moon

 

perhaps I’ll find my way,

a misguided dreamer

taking a road of less shame,

feet and hands unbound,

a journey without all those

harsh rules.

 

©️mft

7 thoughts on “Poem: Freedom

  1. You know, I always think that freedom is expensive because there are rules everywhere. Neither nature, fellow humans nor the law can allow someone to do whatever he likes.
    Nice poem, you looked on the bright side of it.

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