Free Yourself

Let the poem describe itself to you

Time goes by 
and the tears we cry
don't seem to matter anymore.

We start to realize
they were all blessings in disguise
and the lessons we learn
are all part of the burn
to remind us that we are alive.

We can understand deeper
that we can't wake the sleepers
and we can't change the keepers
of our hearts.

This is the start
to a life of freedom
within and without
our minds. 

Anything is possible
when we free ourselves. 

Author's Note

How does this make you feel?