Freedom

Freedom,

So fickle and fragilehope

One moment

held in our hands

Then it is gone

Hands are empty

Soul is injured

The body,

no longer a protective vessel

no fortress to ward off the frequent blows

The mind, without  a wallangry

unable to resist the ceaseless taunts

Your hands now hold prison bars

instead of free air

Faint light

seeps in through a tiny window

seeking your eyes,

hardened by the pain

waiting for the day

that you will step back into the light of freedom

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  1. It’s very interesting to read through this well written and well structured  post about freedom. I like how you’ve made it to be short but very good and has a lot of message in it which makes it very much appealing to read. I’ve enjoyed reading through This, I’d look forward to seeing more.

  2. Your poem here makes an allusion to the prison and funny enough, I had a dream last night of the prison and how it is possible for one to be locked out of the world for.a long time which is exactly what this poem is all about. As I read through your lines, it felt like I was having a dejavu.

  3. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem with us, it is very touching. I feel like I get another definition from this poem as well. Freedom as it is literally be free from something or it means that you are free from this world (dead) where it is a lot of suffering. Hopefully I did not translate that wrong. Thanks again for sharing. 

    1. Hi Nuttanee,

      This poem is based on my friend who was recently released from prison. He spent on year imprisoned, falsely accused of a crime he did not commit. He is free now, for which I am incredibly grateful. 

      Your interpretation is also beautiful, to be free from this world of suffering. All interpretations are welcome 🙂 Freedom can be many things. 🙂 That is the beauty of poetry, you can interpret in different ways and it can all make sense.

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