Freedom Flies Within

Where is Freedom? She was the vast blue ocean flowing into the arms of eternity, slipping over the cutting edge of humanity. She was the breeze carrying our whispers of hope, prayers for rescue, and embers of dreams to the starry sky, burning with the passion that engulfs our soul. She was the chase for those weighed down by life, endless struggle, and chains of reality, so where is she now? Has the protests, outcries and rage clipped her wings? Does the wrath of nature shake her down for all that we have done to this once pure, green Earth? Has all eagles gone now over the distant horizon, afraid to look back on those struggling to survive between the fires of war and peace? Have we fallen over the edge, doomed to fly without wings? Life was the dream that stretched before us, but what has it become now but strip malls, cell phones, and isolation in cubed rooms, giving us false sense of connection. But Freedom does not rest there. She is the ocean slipping from our shores, the wind now bitter against our skin, and a thousand tears that fall in endless rain, but she won't die. She is the heart that storms against our chest, waiting to break free, and she is the fuel to our fire, our inspiration. We will never see her as we remain walking blind, but open your door. Step outside, and touch the world. Connect, and she will find you there. That is where she will lie in memories never gone and in the pen lying across the unwritten road.