I know there is a sense of
freedom waiting for me, in the rooms
of a house yet to be mine. Striding
through this spaciousness. Even if
I am a captive in my own home I will
still know to be alive only on
the inside.
Even if there was no light, it would
be part of my being, a very essence pervaded
in truth but this, not really a knowing.
I am my heart, and in it, my soul
knows its freedom. God, how I would love to
die for what I believe in but dead is
not how they want to have me.
Left in chains and broken spirited, I was
already tried through a society in a
world seeking to weigh me down by
taking away what ties me. To my family, my
friends, my fellow human beings, and what
keeps my feet on solid grounds. What I
know transcends down into humanity, even
if actions of violent men are
void of sanity.
© October 9, 2012
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
I know there is a sense of
freedom waiting for me, in the rooms
of a house yet to be mine. Striding
through this spaciousness. Even if
I am a captive in my own home I will
still know to be alive only on
the inside.
Even if there was no light, it would
be part of my being, a very essence pervaded
in truth but this, not really a knowing.
I am my heart, and in it, my soul
knows its freedom. God, how I would love to
die for what I believe in but dead is
not how they want to have me.
Left in chains and broken spirited, I was
already tried through a society in a
world seeking to weigh me down by
taking away what ties me. To my family, my
friends, my fellow human beings, and what
keeps my feet on solid grounds. What I
know transcends down into humanity, even
if actions of violent men are
void of sanity.
© October 9, 2012
This poem is about the riots in Greece the past year.
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