The Weight of Freedom

How do you define freedom?

Freedom's face reflects two different skies:

One walks alone.

Boots worn thin by isolating distance,

eyes fixed on the horizon,

a life built from silence and instinct.

No voices to answer to,

no hands to hold you back,

but none to hold you at all.

The other moves in circles.

Laughter like a lifeline,

names like prayers,

the warmth of being known.

Here, the self is shaped in mirrors,

reflected in the eyes of many.

But which is the truer freedom?

The one where no one follows or waits for you,

or the one where you’re never alone enough to find yourself?

And when it’s all gone quiet,

will you miss the noise,

or mourn that no one noticed you left?