My Freedom
A cage
of whispers, once my soul confined,
With
bars of doubt, a spirit intertwined.
A
shadowed room, where fears did take their hold,
A story
whispered, in a tale untold.
But
dawn arose, a beacon in the grey,
A lingered
promise, chasing shadows away.
A
trembling hand, that reached for skies so high,
And
whispered freedom, beneath a boundless sky.
The
chains of yesterday, began to fray,
As
sunlight warmed the path, along my way.
A caleidoscope
of dreams, unfurled and bright,
With
colors vibrant, bathed in morning light.
Each
step a victory, a whispered prayer,
To
break the bonds, that held me captive there.
A
soaring eagle, with wings of gold and might,
Embraced
the wind, and took to endless flight.
My
heart, a compass, guided by the stars,
To
distant shores, where freedom truly bars.
No
longer bound by walls, or voices low,
My
freedom's song, a symphony of flow.
The
world unfolds, a canvas vast and wide,
With
endless vistas, where my spirit hides.
A lingered
echo, of a soul set free,
My
freedom's anthem, eternally.
Plen Basloeb