Her freedom had been taken from her
All her life,
her freedom had been taken from her
The stillness of the forest
The steady run of the stream
The aroma of the red flower-
Remarkable because they are free.
Sensations that cannot be replicated,
they have become their own peace
A forest does not stir
As a stream does not slow
As a red flower does not hide-
for any distraction
Remarkable because they are free.
Should memories continue to brush
past her like wind striking through a
hurricane,
she won't chase them any longer
Freedom rests its energy beside courage,
she finds courage within.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
Her freedom had been taken from her
All her life,
her freedom had been taken from her
The stillness of the forest
The steady run of the stream
The aroma of the red flower-
Remarkable because they are free.
Sensations that cannot be replicated,
they have become their own peace
A forest does not stir
As a stream does not slow
As a red flower does not hide-
for any distraction
Remarkable because they are free.
Should memories continue to brush
past her like wind striking through a
hurricane,
she won't chase them any longer
Freedom rests its energy beside courage,
she finds courage within.
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