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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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