The Unspoken Costs of Freedom
Paying It Forward
I should not be defined by one thing or another
But if you must judge me, please do so by my character, not my skin color
No, we may not all have the same mother
But that doesn't mean we can't all love each other
A world of hate, gone mad and cold
Hollow eyes replace once bright souls
Stripped of houses, stripped of homes
All hope shattered and left all alone
Long days and endless nights steal more than memory
Disturbing all light around and erasing all serenity
The darkness jumps and flickers and threatens me
With doubt, with fear, with crippling anxiety
All trapped and broken by our own designs
Causing the slow, scary declines of our minds
Cemented in a race against blurring the concept of time
Doing the best to avoid it but still crossing lines
When can we breathe? When is it okay?
To exhale, relax, and feel like we won for a day
Battle cries roar out, songs sung to say
"Think about tomorrow, for today has already been paid."
About the Creator
My name is Sierra. Writing is a type of therapy that allows me to express myself or the world around me in ways one-on-one conversations cannot. I hope you enjoy my works!
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