walking free in chains....A Poem by MarshallThe slow stream meanders through the densest undergrowth finding its way through folly and brush and barriers until at last it reaches a sea of understanding where the waves crash and burn tumble and roll in ecstatic freedom. So do our lives, liberated from tense bondage of social chains placed upon us by tradition. We were born free others wanted us locked in rituals and rants prescribed that satisfied their swollen egos and their own insecurities in the chain of progress. Breaking out is not easy but one must bulldoze through the miasma to reach the thin light beckoning you to leave your baggage behind on an overcrowded platform where the trains have just whistled past. A long time ago, my mind was ablaze in the jungle of dissent and I roamed the world seeking the liked and unliked ideologies to a better way to leave a mark of this fabric of patterned prose and poetry. Am I yet free? I don't know. Tempt me with the taste of freedom. Author NotesFreedom has many shades. © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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