Freedom

by Dagmar Wilson   Jul 9, 2018


A certain button I can't push
mistakes I can't undo,
the memory has not left.

Seasons come, seasons go
I was surfing big waves,
eager to locate freedom.

I've marched along railroads
trains be passing by,
eager to locate freedom.

I kept dreaming about freedom
the right to be myself,
I found it alright and the price was high.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Tanya Southey

    Freedom does come at a cost, which is why we should defend it so fully, because when it is gone, who knows?

  • 5 years ago

    by CânnâBîsh

    I'm really touched & inspired by this. Such a lovely peice.

  • 5 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Dagmar
    Freedom always seems to be just out of reach doesnt it?
    And when the opportunity arrises to finally have it, it comes at a cost. We must then decide if the cost is worth it or do we keep haning on as we always have?

    Well done on expressing this, in poetry form.
    Very easy to read and feel the emotions as you have broken it up nicely...

    • 5 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you for your comment and I agree. All the very best to you

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