Is This Freedom My Sin?: An Inspirational Poem
When we decide to quit the treadmill and understand how and when we must let loose, we can breathe the air of inner freedom and scent the fragrance of daffodils in the garden of our dreams.
-- Erik Pevernagie
I never invited myself into unfree world
ignited by some others' passion blast
for months unconscious and curled
before slapped for first cry, not last.
They didn't like me the way I was born
so soon I was remodeled by their sample
with a frequent ridicule and a tactless scorn
chances to be myself were not really so ample.
Then everyone else came like in a stampede
to instill into me what life would be all about
teachers, politicians, all planting their seed
each making sure there would be a sprout.
Well, what was my sin after all
was it my almost ruthless liberation
with marching into life instead of a crawl
listening to my own mind without a hesitation.
Would I ever switch it for sound wisdom of others
if I only noticed that the world was following it too
but all I saw was thinking something that bothers
with too much of deception replacing what's true.
Maybe that's why I gave up on god
tired of authorities and silly preaching
accepting my sinfulness, imperfect, flawed
just forever to be guided by my own teaching.
So let it be sin for which I'll be judged one day
something for what I don't want an excuse
'cause I just thrive by sinning this way
with freedom that I can never lose.
© 2024 Val Karas