Freedom
I can't express it
It's just something
That seeps into my spirit
Like cold water
Sliding down my spine
Like the feeling of ice
Going through the vein
Not at all unpleasant
In fact
Quite the opposite
It's cool and calming
And oh, so liberating!
It's just like
I've been broken free
Free from the chain
This feeling
Comes with liberty
I feel like I've run a mile
Yet not lost breath
No,
Ten thousand miles
And not at all
Like I've broken a sweat
It's freeing;
This freedom
Liberating;
This freedom
Consuming;
This freedom
Like I've lost a part of myself
I cannot get back
...that I don't want to get back
Because
Once you get a taste of freedom
It is all you crave
...and then some.
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