jade wyatt


Freedom is in the flames that flash in the daring’s eyes,
Freedom is the thing that makes us jealous and despised
Because in the sweet bloom of freedom their lives no harsh lies
No painful eclipse, no coming demise
How I wish, wish to be free to have that faith to step into the unknowing that will surround me,
To cast fear aside with all its short comings and step towards a tunnel that could lead to pain,
Pain more tense than that I am already knowing
Freedom is like a could be lovers kiss it fills you with desire but no knowledge of how to hold on or resist
Freedom for most is a thing that only death can bring that’s why people believe heaven has no laws and in its beauty it eternally exists

Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011
Poem Edited: Friday, December 30, 2011

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  • Sylvia Lukeman (12/29/2011 6:13:00 PM)

    This for me is a read and read again poem..Your words are powerful and appear
    to come from the strength that pain can bring. I look forward to reading more of you poetry.
    Feel free to visit my poetry

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