The Poetry of Life

To be "free".

To be "free".

What is it really?

An awe of the mind

Or a deluded reality?

Is it too naive a wish

Or just a blurred clarity?

Is it to have it all,

Or to need nothing?

Is it the wish for no chains,

Or to feel nothing?

Is it when no chains weigh you down,

Or is it in the strength of your wings?

Is it that your heart holds no scars,

Or is it in the fact that it still sings?

Does one have to be

Set free to be free?

Is freedom a gift?

To be given, to be received.

It is love, I believe

To be held, to be kissed.

Not to be chased

But to be lived.