Freedom

 Was I imprisoned before to say I feel free now

I have never been tied before but it relieves me now

What is it to grow?

To be one or to be more?

Is it to contain, to limit or to let go, and to release

This land is growing inside of me

The winter seems too cold, and the summers 

The summers do not seem long enough

A few months back I asked for an unknown God to free me from myself

To live this love that I felt and keep it there forever 

Whispered into her ear to let me go

By releasing the breath from my body 

Saving it like a moment saved with a photograph

Here I am instead, growing this land

Gasping no more for breath

Bearing new fruits, new flowers

Is this what freedom feels like?