Freedom

 

Oh Freedom,

How precious and

How fragile you are.

 

I move in space

With the freedom of a bird

For my body bares no chains.

 

But my mind

Crawls through quicksand

Fearing to live or to say

What I think or feel.

 

I say not what I think

For others do not accept

What is real.

 

I say not what I feel

For I fear rejection

By those who like not

What I say.

 

If I eliminate

The fear of Truth,

The beauty of Freedom

Can live.

 

And the beauty of Freedom

Is the person

I really am.

 

Or, let go

And let it be.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                                         

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