Freedom
I’m freedom. The
dictionary defines me as a state of not being held prisoner or controlled by
somebody else.”
(A few years ago,
I penned the following lines on freedom.)
Oh! To be free
Just to be me
To say as I please
To stay or to leave.
To hold on, to let go
To say no.
To learn and to discern
To marry or to live alone.
I live as a hope
in the hearts and minds of those shackled by the chains of oppression and
injustice.
Children longing
to be freed from the horrors of war and other evils hanker after me, longing to
live as children should.
I’m sought after
by women denied their rights and subjected to inhuman treatment.
You’ll hear my
name whispered in prayers, poems, speeches and songs of protest.
You’ll get a
glimpse of me every time the oppressed dare to think of a better life.
Nations have borne long struggles to make theirs.
I’m often
bruised, beaten, buried, silenced, or delayed, but I grow stronger when you summon
the courage and come together to speak up against any cruelty or injustice that
you may witness.
You must never
give up, never lose hope, and continue to fight for me, and I will rise like a
phoenix and be yours. Everyone is entitled to me.
Where does freedom show up in your daily life?
This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z challenge 2026.
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