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I AM FREE

Writer: Jose
Jose
Oct 10
2 min read

Wake me up 

When morning comes,

And I draw breath 

In excess.


The cries of the hummingbirds 

Gliding through the morning sky,

The whispers of the wind

Through the crevices of my soul.


Dawn breaks,

And the suns majestic flames

Thread the distance

On its canvas, the earth.


I watch closely,

With my eyes

Bundled up in awe,

In solitude, in peace.


I see the ocean in the distance;

Listen, to the waves as they break land,

Aggressive in their wake,

Calm in their recourse.


Oh to be a falling star

In the night sky;

Oh to be favoured

By God and the angels.


I want to fly into the sunset,

And feel the warm embrace of the sun,

I want to roam the skies,

And feel the gaze of the heavens above.


I do not want to know

What tomorrow holds.

I do not want to live this life

As a prisoner.


Aurora, she is called;

“The light of life”.

I wish her embers would grace me

At least once before I die.


I wish, I wish,


I wish to be free,

Much like the beasts in the wild

Embraced by Mother Nature

In her soft entrails.


I wish to lay in the green fields

Once again

Recalling the

Happiest memories.


In her arms where I found comfort,

I reminisce;

And like a flood after drought,

I am filled with ecstasy.


I breathe the breath of life

She offers

Through, and through, and

I am alive as day.


Finally, I walk my path,

One predestined

By 'them' and;

I fulfill my hearts desires with grace. 


I am content,

I am loved,

I am safe,

I am free.

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