Poetry For Everyday People
True Freedom
True freedom
teases me
from a far,
and I,
meet her
here,
she points
her toes
at me,
and I,
find the
answers in
her wrinkled
soles,
I read them,
in depth,
to confess
all we think,
all we do, in secret,
imagine that,
sadly we confine
ourselves, trapped,
within lame
conformity and
undeserved guilt,
I
come here
to hear the
ocean,
to free my insides,
my unspoken, free
what desperately needs
space.
teases me
from a far,
and I,
meet her
here,
she points
her toes
at me,
and I,
find the
answers in
her wrinkled
soles,
I read them,
in depth,
to confess
all we think,
all we do, in secret,
imagine that,
sadly we confine
ourselves, trapped,
within lame
conformity and
undeserved guilt,
I
come here
to hear the
ocean,
to free my insides,
my unspoken, free
what desperately needs
space.
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True Freedom
True Freedom