To Be Free

 

 

In the beat of the sun

The leaves on tree swaying

In the midst of the singing wind

I feel the serenity of freedom

 

It is within my reach, yet, I cannot seize it

Mine to behold, but it keeps stepping backwards

 

Emerge the night, 

In the darkness, the stars twinkle

The lone beauteous moon

Freely shining its light 

 

Don't they know

I want to be free, like the wind

Like the stars and the moon

In a world of my own

In tranquility

I want to be free

I want to be me

I wrote this poem when I was 18  and it was published in the school year book.  I had forgotten about it until a good friend and school mate showed it to me last year. My mate kept it for more than 30 years! I am so grateful for the thoughtfullness and that this poem was liked.