freedom,

f-r-e-e-d-o-m.

seven letters and two syllables

which forever continue to linger

in my heart,

vigorously pulsating through my

viscous blood stream,

slaughtering the depths of my

battered, bruised and broken soul

in circular motions

whilst my paper-thin lips are unable to savour

nor reminisce

the sweet-smelling taste of

freedom.

 

why is it that i am unable to recall the

sweet, seductive smell of freedom

which now only slithers stealthily to other places, but

not my own?

if only i could have a taste of the

colourful particles of freedom

floating flawlessly towards other frontiers

if only i could savour and forever preserve

the cherished memories of freedom into

a treasure chest…

but ‘if only’

 

 

is broken down,    twisted,       transmorphed,       tightened,

 

into the word ‘no’.

 

no speaking, no crying, no dancing, no screaming

no shouting, no jumping, no writing, no clapping,

no applauding, no protesting, no reading, no kissing,

no loving, no listening, no drawing, no painting, no thinking, no questioning.

 

the rules begin to silently suffocate me into submission and subservience

subjected to the sly oppressive regimes.

 

but silence

silence is the only palpable language heard here,

silence is the only thing that i remember.

now you know why is that i am unable to recall the

sweet, seductive smell of freedom

which now only slithers stealthily to other places,

but not my own. 

my body, my soul, my spirit,

All immersed into a wave of oppressive laws,

drowning out the humanity of me, of us, of you.

 

how am i able to speak, to cry, to dance, to scream,

to shout, to jump, to write, to clap,

to applaud, to protest, to read, to kiss,

to love, to listen, to draw, to paint, to think, to question

 

when humanity has been drowned out of me?

when each law is a chain, governing my conscience for seconds, minutes, hours, years, centuries, life?

when i have become less defined as a human, and more defined by the chains of life constraining me?

 

i am always being watched by an enforcer of the law,

so, when no one is around,

or when i think no one is around…

 

i run, faster than ever towards the frontiers

where i can have a taste of the particles of freedom floating idyllically in the crispy air

where i can now love, feel, breathe

rather than remaining as cold as the chains i was chained to

where i can steal the humanity, they violently stole from me.

 

i forever feel a drug, an irresistible drug

coursing through

the spiderwebs of my body

called

 

 

 

freedom.