Freedom
she yearns to spread her wings
to drift with the wind and fly
her youth draws her back
frightened to discover the unknown
the wind too fast, too cold
keeps her still in her comfort zone
as she sits so still
the wind speaks gently to her
‘spread your wings,
let my breeze take you away
to a place where you will find
the potential in you begin to arise’
timid and frail she no longer desires to be
the wind, he doesn’t seem so dark and cold
she closes her eyes, slowly lifts her wings
giving into his powerful breeze
light shines so brightly, she cannot see
she feels such a warmth
gleaming within her soul
tears roll down her face
as she thanks the wind and boldly claims
‘I AM FREE!’
Its time, the end so near
Nothing to reflect on
Nothing to hope for
I steal because I need food
I lie cause I need acceptance
I kill because I am angry
At this world, at my life
I am given the worst possible death
The cross
Hanging, struggling
I am getting weak.
A man, fleshless back
from the whippings,
crown of thorns
pushed into his head
getting nailed to the cross.
‘Save yourself’ the other robber shouts
He wasn’t in the wrong. They say
He just claimed to be king of the Jews
the messiah they call Him.
Battered and bruised this man hangs
‘Lord’ I say, ‘Remember me
when you are gone’
He looks at me, I know He is the one
He tells me there will be a place
for me in Heaven