Free - Poem by Sherouk Salama
I've always known how to spell (free)
Piece of cake, Can't you see? !
But I've never realized that to be free
I had to push away the dark debris;
That's of hopelessness, oppression and misery
out of my way so I'd be able to see
The true meaning of the word FREE.
Free isn't just a word so easily spelled;
It's a way of life that requires sacrifice.
It's a light that shines within
It's the very basic and vital sign,
That proves I'm still alive.
Maybe I seem burdened, sad and angry,
Maybe my vital sign isn't easily seen
But that doesn't mean I'm dead
I'll always remember the day
When I lived the word free
When I pushed away the debris.
That memory won't be taken away from me,
As it's deep in my heart and my soul,
And my soul will forever be free.
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