Freedom, no more

What is this thing you call freedom, I ask.

Freedom to choose, freedom to flee, freedom to say no, freedom to be.

Freedom to roam, freedom to hail, freedom to risk, freedom to fail.

Freedom to cower, freedom to hide, freedom to neglect, and freedom to chide.

I want not of this thing you call freedom, I say.

It enslaves me, desolates me, reduces me to a void.

It cracks me, it scrapes me, and peels off my skin.

It’s a free fall into nothing, nowhere, and in between.

It’s a vacuous hole  with no end in sight.

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Freedom is an illusion, mythical fantasy of sorts.

For life is bound by death like the the day is bound by night.

Light is covered by the nighttime sky like happiness  is thwarted by disappointment and frustration.

My love is torn by selfishness for it is you I seek in times of need.

How can I be free at all when I am bound by any given circumstance.

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Bind me, enslave me, make me Your shadow.

My spirit gleams when it is but a reflection of Your Grace.

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