Freedom and the Mirror

When no one wakes you in the dawn,
When nights are still and love is gone,

When you can go where you please
Tell me,

is that freedom,

or disease?

Freedom wears a crown of choice,
A whisper made from your own voice.
It takes a heart both brave and torn,
To claim the peace of being born.

It is the will to stand alone,
To carve a life that feels your own.
It’s labor,

Fear,

and a quiet fight,
A torch that burns against the night.

But loneliness,

it does not ask,
It slips beneath your daily mask.
It chains your heart,

it locks your door,
And tells you there is “nothing more.”

You search for faces,

find your own,
In mirrored eyes,

you stand alone.

The labyrinth within your head,
Echoes softly: hope is dead.

You’ll know the difference,

cold and true,
When stillness starts consuming you.
For freedom walks,

it dares,

it tries,
But loneliness,

it never flies.

And when your spark has turned to stone,
You’re free no more,

just all alone.