Seasonal Liberty Poem by Stephanie Apila

SEASONAL LIBERTY
How should I go on with life?
This life of mine with doors all over,
Doors that I can't shut or open
When I finally think that I can,
Not for long can I carry on
The switch doesn't accept my print
To flash light in my own life
Its control is completely taken over.

Only when I beg can I be granted,
Granted the chance to switch on
Not for long still can I be let to be
The spirit in me is running low,
Low from being obedient and calm
Soon I will get on my toes to the switch
The one to control it shall only be me
To forget about your superiority should be
Your aim, soon enough gone will it be.

Anyone can call me crazy because
Who I'm up against is obviously the winner
Tables turn for the best always
They shall turn for me, I shall turn them.
‘Empty words' anyone would think so
All are wrong now and ever
A piece of advice suits best.


Stephanie Apila