Freedom is Not Mine
No, I have never known the feeling of being caged in by bars,tied down by oppression, slave to another.
My mind is my captor.
It weighs me down like a ton of bricks,
keeps me on a short leash,
with freedom just out of my reach.
Images of a childhood lost, and crushed dreams.
My past is sharper than any barbed wire.
I wish these memories would turn loose of me.
My soul yearns to be free.
But freedom is not mine.
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