The Cost of Freedom
Trapped and confined
by the ones I love most
is this my punishment?
I am sure of it, almost
Drained and confused
I hold onto the thought
of freedom and living
and a future I fear not
I dream about leaving
and I dread my departure
I quake at the thought
of the upcoming massacre
To be hated and shunned
thrown out or disowned
repulsed and perhaps forgotten
is the cost that cannot be postponed
The word freedom I use too loosely
for deliverance is not a guarantee
the unconditional love of my kin
is the cost to being free
Thank you to @mariannewest for this freewrite challenge!
Thank you for freewriting with us! I am here to deliver prompt:- Day 352: 5 Minute Freewrite: Sunday - Prompt: What does a banana taste like?
.
If you are a plankton/redfish, you really need to check out this Adopt Me post. If you have freewriter friend who's a plankton/redfish, share with them this link. Get yourself or your friend adopted!
If you wanna join the adoption as uncle/auntie/cousin/brother/sister, you are most welcome too!
Click on the banner for more info.
(Here's the Adopt Me Post if you can't see the Adopt Me Banner.)
Thanks again! With love and hugs.
Posted using Partiko Android