Freedom From Within Poem by Martin Moore

FREEDOM FROM WITHIN

A naked tree, I stand in a lonely field
Through my bare boughs the winter winds rage
Upon their sound, no hint of liberty
Can respond to all the hopes and dreams I've saved.
My leaves lie frozen on the snow white ground
Each one a secret wish that I had stored
Devoid of life, they too have been left down
As green, their pride will now return no more.
Resigned to hardship and to bitter cold
I now await for spring to come again
As secret wishes, now asleep, I'm told
Will grow in freedom with the summer rain.
My branches raised, in hope, up to the sky
Like arms outstretched to God in prayer
Relate my thoughts, on whom can I rely?
As to a hopeful future now I dare
To look as if I'd never been in doubt
That hope had never left my breast
Until a troubled mind is scattered out
Like seeds, my heart will never be at rest.