Freedom

I’ve seen me,
Sitting on the rock,
Counting the butterflies
As they twirl in the wind.

They were once sad,
Lonely critters,
Inching along,
Further and more,
But one day they turned
Beautiful and escaped,
Where they should be.

I’ve seen me,
Whistling to myself,
To pass the hours,
Day by day.

Those sounds were once
Blows,
Only air, noise free,
Yet once upon a time,
It set off,
And made a wonderful blast.

I’ve seen me,
Crying to the sky,
Asking for permission
To wander by the rill.

The rivulet once started small,
Then grew and grew,
Until it created a shine,
And became the talk.

I’ve seen me,
Walking along the water,
Seeing my reflection frown
Right back at me.

It was only a crawl once,
Then a stance,
Then a motion.
And even though it was
Hard at first,
There wasn’t a “give up,”
In sight.

I’ve seen me,
Skipping rocks,
Waiting for She
To take me.

She will take me,
Take me to a place
I don’t want to be.

Only a choice is what
I don’t have,
For I have nothing
To save me,
Nothing to carry me away
Except my imagination.

But one day,
One day I will let it go,
And I will escape
To freedom,
The place where
We all should be.

No one will give up,
With freedom or not,
But when one departs,
They will support us
And show the world
How to make it through
The hard times,
And what freedom
Really means.