flying awayA Poem by secretly writing sad thingsbeing free
I often wonder what it would be like to be free.
To be completely and utterly free. I imagine it would feel light, like you can fly. Like no one is holding you down, no one holding you back. I can imagine being happy, loving life and living it to it fullest. I often wonder how do you get to be free. Do you decide to just stop doing what you are forced to do? Or do you get released from your burden. And if you can't free yourself, Are you even free at all? I often wonder if it is even possible to be truly free. To be completely and utterly free. To feel light and fly away. But every time I try to fly, There is always someone pulling me back down. © 2015 secretly writing sad things |
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