Free

Free I stand here free wondering if I truly am always wrong in my thought when it’s not as you taught I stand here free wondering why in speech When I make as I please The powers, I displease Monger of terror, or infidel must I in whatever you will procure faith with unreason; to my mind, commit treason? Should I continue to subsist unfettered, by your dictates yet, equal to you by figment; forever guilty by my pigment? I stand here unrestrained yet, wondering about shackles: why the physical was abolished; The mental, never demolished I stand here wielding power Power to break your every chain; In dearth, still dream big dreams fed infinitely by my inner streams Originally Written on 13/10/2018 for "I stand here" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish. Rewritten on 29/10/2018