Free


Freedom voice
is freedom in your  choice
freedom wind in your hair
Freedom stare
free to hope 
 

free to dream
Turn your whisper 
into a scream
free to laugh 
free to cry 
Freedom live
and with freedom die

queenlalaladaisy

VT

14 years old

More by queenlalaladaisy

  • Separation

    Why does the rain 
    tap on the window
    when you can't feel it?
    Why will it remind you of 
    the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
    of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, 

  • Empty

    The person is empty 
    the person with no identity 
    the one with no personality 
    Who doesn't now what yesterday was like or the day before
    Know one seems to know this person anymore 
  • Understanding

    Somewhere in my past
    a sunny snow day haunts me
    the serenity 
    Feels too cliche 
    to enjoy
    I remember the glances out of the window
    on a day that finally feels like spring 
    because winter can be long and dark