FreedomA Poem by S. BishopInspite of what my foes may think, of the personal journey into the past, rehashing the old with every intent to dispose, provides me the freedom from bondage at last. Without the challenges that accompany pain, or the tears that I sometimes shed, its indiscriminate and identifies the empty shell that I am, I forge on toward the afterlife that I'll find once I'm dead. Inside of this bod lies an infinite spirit that appreciates a beautiful sunrise, or a good friend's loyalty, so nurture the soul that cries from within, fear not what's hidden beneath the skin, and embrace me, the individual in my entirety. Because upon seeking in silence, listen, be not defiant, there truly is beauty in all diversity. We'll invest precious time into discovering you, and discovering me. Upon unlocking chains of prejudice or the doors that imprison bigotry, you'll be amazed once you realize that its behind the confines of your mind and that you've always possessed the key. © 2010 S. Bishop |
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