Freed
One thing, so fleeting,
how should I know what I require for my deed?
would it be a person for a meeting?
or a pot to plant a seed?
or a book to continue my reading?
hurt over the confusion of not being weeded
from this jungle, while all continue tweeting
"pray for her she's gonna need it"
or should I bring sheeting
to stay out of the beating
sun? but no, what I seek
to bring is the meek
safety from this weak
hope I hold in my heart beating,
that one day we all will be able to peek
over the peak
of this mountain and finally be....
Freed.
This poem is about:
Our world