Be Free

When you finally break free you have no choice but dance You dance to the tune of your possibilities and to the freedom that lightens your path When you finally break loose from the pang of negativity from the chains of social callings your soul will sing and take delight in her songs When you finally bask out from the pins that pierce your soul you will fly like the feathers high The feathers that fly the cloudy sky There is no feeling as sweet as this; a soul that knows its direction its direction and duration of its flight Therefore, loosen yourself to thyself The crowd may not see you fly but they will surely see you land. © Tina O Chimma