Dear Hurting, From Healing

Dear Liberty

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Poet's Note: "Dear Liberty" has always been one of my favorite poems (though I suppose I say that for every one ;) mainly because of the message it shares that I believe is so, SO relevant to our broken world. Stereotypes, trends, popularity, cliques, judgement, it's all so ever present, specifically for teenagers and young adults. We all feel the need to be someone the world likes, to fit in, to have the 'cool' stuff, to just be LIKED. And through that the overused saying 'be yourself' has been born. And while this poem centers around that idea, it does more than just say those two words. It shows how EVERYONE is different, weird, quirky, unique, because it is those aspects that have been coded into us that give us a purpose on this earth. And if we try to forget who we are... we'll never get to see what our special future holds.

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Dear Liberty,

Journey's long, and the price is high,
A mountain tall, and an ocean wide;
Massive array, crossroads undefined,
Each choice is a dead end, no matter how hard you try.

Tears tired from shedding, crumpling dreams to the floor,
Energy draining, streams pouring out of control;
Fog bleakly thicker, nowhere left to turn,
Cracks in the mirror, piercing shards in your hope.

Strength darkly empty, for each breath it's a war,
No cause and no answer, a mindless endure;
Motions fly by, no thinking, no feeling,
Each day an endless ride, falling faster to reality.

Chains wrapping tightly, clenched pain you don't deserve,
A hold out of your grasp now, though it was never there at all;
No hope, endless chaos, contradictions in the words,
Purity in your question, no definite answer anymore.

You've fought and you've hidden, each high to another die,
Watching and waiting, hoping they don't see how hard you try;
Effort leads to worn down, broken collapsing to the floor,
Crying in the darkness, pain stabbing through your soul.

You're a captive to the fall out, bound to the raging fray,
Handcuffs crafted in a lifetime, throughout each step forward, two steps away;
Rhythm pulsing around you, but you can never catch the beat,
Too slow and a little faster, never a happy in-between.

Effortless solutions, or so it seems there must be,
But they pick and choose their blessings, only granting where the stardust falls free;
Wrong place, wrong time, left behind in the shadows,
Lost alone in the darkness, still shaking in the rages.

Where is your shooting star? Where is your freedom wind?
Where is your ride to glory? Where is the end to all of this?
To where's the destination? Your map seems faulty made,
Fading into the distance, dusty clouds at every end of day.

Screams more of a whisper, voices bouncing around,
A call you're unfit to discover, you just can't seem to hear the sound;
You push yourself, break yourself, press harder through the pain,
And you blame yourself, shame yourself, crackling fire of your own brain.