Home of the Free
I opened my eyes to the warm glow of the sun,
I looked around and all I could see
Was miles of glistening blue water
Miles of shimmering sand
Miles of open land.
I could not believe it
I was finally free,
Free to run, dance, sing
Free from violence and pressure,
Free to
Live.
I spent days wandering and
wondering how I got so lucky.
Days turned to weeks and weeks to
months, and I no longer danced or sang
I sat and thought.
The island seemed smaller now, and the dark water seemed
threatening.
It was too much to take. I yelled
I screamed, I begged.
I realized,
too late.
I did not know freedom.
I could not leave the island
I was not free to speak because no one could
hear.
I was not free to think, for the island would
hear me.
I was not free to leave
free to live.
I opened my eyes to the harsh glare of the sun
I looked around and all I could see
was miles of churning grey waters,
miles of scorching, hot sand.
Miles of land.
I could not believe it,
Would I ever be free?