Poem For The Free Poem by Latoya Scranton

One day I shall embrace my fears. I will feel the weight of anger, pain, need, and anxiety release from me, not into the sky, but into the great open space of clarity.

I will feel my feet relinquish its job of taking me here and there and back again for some un-edifying but required task. They shall release me into a canyon of acceptance and rebirth. My fears shall fall deep past the bottom of the pit into another, for our fears never leave this earth they find another soul to teach.

But not into me for I will have learned my lesson and I will have fell, no, descended into freedom. When my body touches the first jagged edge, when it grazes the first rock, that is where my freedom will have began.

With every touch of my skin to the dirt, my flesh to the ground, my bones to the rocks I am made whole again. I am free again. I am rejoined to what I, ve always been but have broken away from. For I once was free in THIS life. I once was my own and not separate from my environment. From that which created me. These verses are not written of death but of a life long forgotten. So long forgotten it is not my actual memories. It is incepted memories from humanities first ancestors.

I shall return to it,
I shall return to peace,
And faith shall return to me.