Freedom
By JS
Freedom is the most beautiful thing
I took for granted,
She was once in my life but then she vanished.
I ended in a cell cold and lonely,
I felt stranded,
feeling like what happened?
Yearning for her return – Please come back.
like a wheel without air – I felt flat.
Seconds and minutes without her touch,
days and weeks and still no luck.
Month after month – they turn to years.
I called your name but you ain’t hear,
how you pop up on me so close and near
I swear it’s scary and I’m hard to fear.
Your light so bright – like a chandelier.
No longer dark – I see your sparks.
Take you for granted – never again,
they want you again –
they gone need more than chains.
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The opening line is so powerful and draws so much attention! Very well done.
This poem is so powerful and heartfelt — you can really feel the depth of emotion in every line. The imagery is vivid, especially when describing the absence of freedom as feeling flat like a wheel without air and the light of freedom shining like a chandelier. The rhythm and flow make the longing and hope so real. It’s a beautiful reflection on appreciating freedom and never taking it for granted. Amazing work!
This is a very thoughtful piece and it’s stuck with me all evening. There’s a musicality to your writing. I’d like to give special attention to the line “I called your name but you ain’t hear.” The wordplay here adds another layer to it. “You ain’t hear,” if you say it out loud, could also sound like “you ain’t here” which also is true. Thanks for sharing, keep writing!