Friday, May 5, 2017


By design
Salve to an understanding
Freedom is caged.

Shackled by the slumber of doubt
Without faith
Freedom wastes away
Like the tepid water running out of a once fresh mango
Slowing turning the fruit into its own grave

Burdened by habits of thinking
Freedom waits
Like a puppet in the wings
For someone
To pull the strings.
Fear activated
It mimics life.

I am saddened by the victory
Of fear over freedom
Once again.

When will we be free to be free?

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