captured by freedom

freedom has captured me

it grips me tightly with it’s mercy

consuming me

stretching me

allowing me to run

in fields of grandeur and hope

peace and life


2 thoughts on “captured

  1. I like that you write, “…it grips me …with its mercy…” because freedom plays well against gripping the way that you write it! Freedom and mercy being paired as you did it in your poem is unusually signifigant. The paradox of two opposing ideas like freedom and gripping you are therefore lke black lines on an all white canvas for example. Anywaym well done.

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