The Freedom Poem by Natasa To

I found the freedom in the death, suffering, sorrow.
I was in the huge Pacific ocean
In the small wood boat without water, food, basic health care.
Boat people sank in the ocean.
The young loneliness souls
died forever.
My heart was so full of sadness
There were I thought of lost lives
Frozen like a thing of terrified.
Buddha brought me back the life
as we all prayed for livings,
dreams and the freedom