Freedom
I was shot into a vacuum,
Only to see been entangled by a bond.
In this state I cried days and nights,
Kicking with my feet and stretching my arms,
But all efforts were met with a wall enclosing my freedom.
When shall I be free became my daily song,
Second runs into minutes, then hours,
Hours turns to days, while days became months.
Ninth month came, then my cry became a public broadcast.
Welcome to our world shouted the parents,
But my cry was I am free at last.
Freedom! I am set free.
Copyright © Yerokun Temitope Olawale | Year Posted 2017
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