Freedom Poem by trina johnson

Freedom



Freedom-tangible-
Near enough to taste.
Looming, closer,
But without haste...
Inch by inch
It crawls ever so close,
I reach out for it
Lest it vanish as a ghost.
Nearer I come to it
Grasping it in my hand.
Holding it and doing
Everything it will demand.
Freedom in its finality.

Thursday, May 27, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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trina johnson

trina johnson

danville kentucky
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