Poem #6: Freedom

This is not formatted like my last poems and I feel like it's more of a mix between a poem and a story, but enjoy.




Freedom is always different, always depending on the person.


For some, freedom is physical, for others it is mental, and for the last it is emotional. But each comes in a different form for different people.


My freedom is mental and emotional. My freedoms are reading, writing, and drawing. In these things, I am free. In these things, I can freely express myself and let out anything that has been inside for too long. In these things, I am truly me.


Your freedom is different, without a doubt, but it is freedom.


Freedom is good. Cherish it, for others, cannot achieve it. Rather so, not as you can.

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