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Click hereFreedom is such an easy word to say.
Rolling off your tongue like you own it or have it.
Reveling in it all your life.
Then on day you wake up and look around.
It slaps you in the face.
You are a prisoner of your own making.
The life you had thought you owned,
Is not yours.
You have relinquished it over.
But don't remember when or how.
You keep asking "How did I let this happen?"
How will you escape this prison?
And if you do, what will you do then?
You will rise up above the rest.
Holding your head high.
You will take back your freedom.
And you will own it.
I love the vision of this submission. Stepping into the eyes of the writer this poem becomes slightly sureal.
Keep up the good work.