So fickle and fragile
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 wall
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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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.
Thank you very much! 🙂
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.
That is interesting, Jackie. Funny how those things sometimes happen.
Thanks for your comment!
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.
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.