Cry Me Freedom

"Cry Me Freedom"

Beautiful faces wrecked with
pain....

The pain of being stripped of
the pride that carries the head
high.....

The pain that weakens the once
strong voice that would shout
across the land for this I
stand.....

The pain that closes the bright
eyes that were open wide......

The same eyes to witness evil
lurking behind sheets and fire
riding through quiet streets....

The same eyes to view men,
women, boys, and girls stripped
of the right to live free......

The pain stretches beyond the
limits of what the eye can see,
moving the soul in places deep....

Rising frustration now screaming
this word from city roof tops
and open roads through valleys
with no paved streets
"Freedom"

Tears now flowing in bitter relief,
as the caged emotion is
allowed release......

Slowly the once broken spirit
captures a new breath of life.....

The back once bowed in misery,
now upright as the spirit positions
itself to take flight......

Mighty as the wind, this new
movement spreads and a new
vehicle is found to carry the
lost.......

The new vessel has been boarded
by some but welcome to all who
will seek and dare the quivering
belly of the weak......

Eyes open to never be closed to
the freedom waiting in the bosom
of the creative verse of a pen to
loyally speak......

The pen moves scribing the anguish of people overlooked
and made to be the joke.....

Now every word a gripping
piece of the sonnet,
elevating the mind above color
lines and barriers of the pockets
dime......

Cry me freedom, I cry no more
as the pen has begun to write a
destiny of vision to open hopes
door......

By

Sabrina Daniels