This sign
It's as clear
as the thick sheet of fog
that hovers over like a blanket
But this message
This feeling
It's undeniable
This is my season
for Freedom
No longer
can I live
as a victim of your persecution
No longer
Can I and may I
remain silent
as you inflict pain on me
almost every day of my life
This is my season
for Freedom
Yell at me all you want to
beat me 'til I'm black and blue
You no longer scare me
You're just digging a deeper grave for yourself
Just know
This is my season
for Freedom
Freedom you can no longer take away.
About the Creator
AngelBee
"Our unity is our strength, and our diversity is our power" - Kamala Harris
"We are what we believe we are" - C.S Lewis
"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
Home
“Home.” It’s a sound I’ve heard many, many times. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I do know that it scared me. Whenever I heard that word spoken about one of my friends, I never saw them again. I missed my friends. I missed the ball games we used to play, and the wrestling matches we’d have while rolling around on the grass in the garden.
By Cathy holmes7 days ago in Petlife
Comments (1)
Great work! Fantastic job!