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 © Tina O Chimma | Year Posted 2013
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