Sharon Wildey's Freedom Song Poem by sharon wildey

IN HONOR OF MY 73RD YEAR
Stepped out of the box
Years ago
Resisted the sticky fingers
Pulling me back
Un-programmed myself
From what was to be
And freed from that dried and calloused skin
My story soared into what could be
And even though what could be
Often did its worst to me
Looking back I hear only my freedom's song
Singing to me
And when I am gone
The slate will be wiped clean
Making way for another little girl
To step out of the box
Of what was to be
And launch herself into what could be
And maybe, just maybe she will hear my freedom's song
To sing along the way