Freedom First At Last Poem by solomon belay
Freedom First At Last
you are almost ready to fly and your wings
that you have imagined
are tied to steel with ropes
that you have imagined
and within you the strength to cut them off
yet you untangle them one by one
and that is grand enough
when everyone around are getting thicker knots
and now that you are all and free
what will you be?
will you fly above high?
or will you fly to flee.
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4/26/2024 8:34:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely written. Enjoyed how it points out that our limitations are often merely imagined and not grounded in reality. 10