~Enduring To be Free~
Transcending from a world of mental and physical bondage...
I am like the wind gliding against rivers of waters of streams
crossing vast oceans embracing miracles unseen
I taste life though it be bitter sweet
filled with the remnants of our ancestors decree
still I hear distant thunder crying out vigorously, sweeping across mountains bursting intensively
collapsing against glacial abstracts formed over centuries, wailing through turbulent borders of emotional grief, chained to an existence of unresolved disbelief
crushing against life forging ahead, leaving footprints on lonesome terrain for the next generation to reclaim
must I carry this hardened decree, this monstrous turbulance of tyranny, do I shelter the substance of obscurity, that slumbers beneath the mantle of history
or do I devour every inch of its nobility, that has far to long ruled with tenuous persistency, while slumbering beneath the mantle of all our old pleas
what more do I have to endure to be free, how do I rid myself of immutable uncertainty, have our souls been massacred enough, shedded centuries of blood that sealed our ancestors love
bore the lash with scathed remorse, gave birth to a nation in the belly of a curse, how long will our spirits be off course
I can still hear our ancestors cries, hear their rattling bones, finding myself yielding to the sound of familar moans clattering together inside of me, how long will I have to endure to be free
This piece depicts the heart and struggle of a soul longing for freedom.