I Need

Hanging on the edge Fingers barely gripping Feet with nowhere to perch My mouth is open My soul is screaming My voice is dying to be let out I sob, I cry, I gasp, and moan Yet no words pass my dry, cracked lips My wrists are raw with the remembrance of chains My back is taut with the remembrance of scars I long to grow wings like the Seraphim I need, I need, and I need A place of refuge A sanctuary A shelter for my torn inner self Where is my shelter from the storm ravaging my countryside? Where is the honor? Where are the dignity and the basic humanity? I long I beg I plead The need is overwhelming It swamps me It consumes me I’m drowning in my own despair I need Oh how I need Freedom