Home of the Free

I opened my eyes to the warm glow of the sun,

I looked around and all I could see

Was miles of glistening blue water

Miles of shimmering sand

Miles of open land.

I could not believe it

I was finally free,

Free to run, dance, sing

Free from violence and pressure,

Free to 

Live.

I spent days wandering and 

wondering how I got so lucky.

Days turned to weeks and weeks to 

months, and I no longer danced or sang

I sat and thought.

The island seemed smaller now, and the dark water seemed

threatening.

It was too much to take. I yelled 

I screamed, I begged.

I realized,

too late.

I did not know freedom.

I could not leave the island

I was not free to speak because no one could

hear.

I was not free to think, for the island would

hear me.

I was not free to leave

free to live.

I opened my eyes to the harsh glare of the sun

I looked around and all I could see

was miles of churning grey waters,

miles of scorching, hot sand.

Miles of land.

I could not believe it,

Would I ever be free?