If you were free to fly, would you?
Soar high among cotton ball clouds.
If free your heart was to wander,
would you love what is not allowed?
If you could escape from your everyday life,
and set out for the great beyond,
would you feel free, or lonely,
when you’re released from your bond?
If freedom of speech was a concept
so foreign to you and your kind,
would you be happy to wander,
free in body, but not in mind?
Invisible chains and constructs,
beliefs in what’s right and wrong,
powerful weapons that keep us
locked up, where we don’t belong.
But what is the ultimate freedom, I ask?
What is it we seek, what should be?
A freedom to live like we want to;
to love, to think and be free!
The Midweek Motif at Poets United this week is Captivity. As I started to turn the concept of captivity over in my mind I couldn’t decide which kind of captivity I wanted to write about. Who would be happy with the freedom to speak their mind if they weren’t free to love as they pleased? Who would be happy to walk the streets freely without the right to speak their mind? To love if shackled in body? And it all became interconnected (as I suppose it should have been from the beginning)… So I’m not writing about captivity per se, but about what being free should be. And while I understand fully that it is a simplistic way of looking at this topic, this is just poetry…