Freedom? Poem by kayla mcmillin

the wind rings the bells of freedom.
breezes carries the sounds
of a life with what meaning?
trees come and go.
while rain erases
what has once made a place for itself.
then is there a meaning even?
if something greater with more power
sweeps away what is in its way.
do we ever 2nd guess what we want,
as oppossed to what we need?
the touch of hand,
shows that life is real
and should be lived.
searching for the right moves to take.
and seeking for something good to come
brings relief in this hell.
i cant hold it all in,
for the hope of what is needed to make an appearence.
nothing seems to be as important.
and everything,
wiggles back into a life
that is once again
being shaped and colored.
for comfort,
the thought of a new ways isnt bad,
coming from the changes of what was about to come.
for silence,
i will stand on my own two feet.
and seek me,
for the help of a new day.