Freedom

Freedom is essential. Just like choice. Just like breathing.

Tell Me,
What means this word?
Paint a portrait of Its meaning.
Tell me, why you have never before heard
Of this concept, I stress as so important to existing.

Explain entirely,
Flies entangled in webs.
Chains wound around innocent’s writhing limbs.
Explain entirely, why I know existence is fed
By It, yet you allow chains to restrain from within.

Spew forth,
Lava hardened within itself.
Break through glass ceilings of trying.
Spew forth, that bubble is disguised prison cell
Drowning deeply your being beyond the reach of meaningful living.

My freedom,
Freedom is that word.
Choice is my portrait of meaning.
My freedom – without which I’d have no worth –
Represents the very essence of striving beyond lifeless surviving.