The Freedom Of Our Minds. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The thoughts we have
that come each day.
The thoughts that no one
can delay.

The thoughts that whisper
think of me.
The thoughts that fluster
galantly.

The thoughts that wander
over many years.
The thoughts that bring
neverending tears.

The thoughts that bring
a smile to ones face.
The thoughts that one
forgets and leaves no trace.

Those thoughts they cannot
know or control.
Those thoughts are yours
and they play a role.

They can take away the books.
They can censure what they want.
Our thoughts are ours alone.
They are not theirs to own.

The freedom of our minds
is for us to think for ourselves.
Our thoughts are ours alone
And not for their locked up shelves.

Based on Virginia Woolf's quote.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) 20220319