Free at Last

Troubled and tired and did not know what to do

Confused about religion, pleasures and promises of the world

Looked for answers for my dying soul and a place to rest because I felt so blue

Like someone stepping out a sphere that had been just twirled

 

Loud I cried, but no words could come out

In the midst of the crowd, I was nothing but a ghost

Driven by pain, sorrow and deception, I found myself on the lonely route

Burned by the sun like someone who had made a pot roast

 

No strength left, I fell face down on the sand

Nothing but silence I heard, thought I was traveling to the other world

Then I felt as if the Living Light took me by the hand

Whispered in my ears "it's time to unfold..."

 

Freedom I sensed, life became anew

Courage I gained, my mind was at ease

Peace I found, I felt so true

I deprived of it all to be led by the Breeze

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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Can-Dah-Say

Amazing! My name is Candace. Reading your poem made me want to reach out to you about a book of poems coming out Titled #MyStory. If you are interested in submitting a poem you can contact me at candacenicholas98@gmail.com.

Thank you,

Candace Nicholas

 

Ome Asiligwa

Deep

DaykiaClark

Amazingggg!

Bro Still

Good, format and wording was right on point,

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