feeling clumsy and lopsided
joyous three fingered hand
tape binding two as one
new adventure in adversity
reminding me of freedom
how I long for it once more
and if others feel the same
civil unrest is understood
I can remove my tape
releasing the fingers trapped
instantly made free again
but too soon will not heal
it is the same for people
too long oppressed
gaining independence
before they understand
the eager soon fall victim
to some other repressive
losing freedoms once more
it takes time to learn how
time to learn for us all
those born to it as well
some to learn living with
others to not give it away
there can be no freedom
unless there is equality
there can be no equality
when any remain bound
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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It makes me long for the guidance to learn about my role in freedom. It makes me sad I don't know how. Perhaps others in my sphere can learn from me.
ReplyDeleteA lovely analogy.