Freedom Poem by Sensuelle Briden

No old beliefs to rust;
No desolation’s dust.
No paddock and no cage.
No border and no age.

No wage to get someday.
There is a sage who waits
For me to put him out
So he can say it loud.

No rebel; no reward.
No wish to change the world.
But there’s a tender gale
Which whispers me a tale.

There is no dummy fence,
There are no weird friends.
There is no dispute’s mud,
There's no kinship by blood.

But there’s a cozy hearth
Which lives right in my heart.
And there’s a spirit’s love –
It’s both above and on Earth.

No wish to mesmerize,
No tries to close my eyes.
But there’s a wish to be
The true version of me.