Free to Be Me

July 12, 2013

As I Lay on the cold street

and my heart makes a few more soft beats,

I look up to the sky with one last reply

Let my soul fly so high up in the sky

Let it soar the dark blue seas

Let it go beyond what eyes can see

Let it's wings glide through the stars and galaxies

Let it climb up those beautiful white stairs

Leading me to my person unseen

and let no man condemn or fire his shot gun at it

Because I am free to be me.

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Comments (2)

Jane UzuegbuJul 12, 2013

<p>Thank you. And thanks for the feedback, it'll help in future writing :)</p>

goristelJul 12, 2013

This is a beautiful poem. However, it would have been much better if you did wrote in stanzas form.