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

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