at home with ann

Freedom

Posted on: 2 March 2007

A little voice unheard
Timid as a tiny bird
The only sound
Her heart pounding in her breast
Silenced, suppressed
Imprisoned in her gilded cage
No chance to fly away
Her thoughts unspoken, mute
Tongue guarded
As guarded as she
In submissive captivity
Until the day the walls tumbled
Hesitantly stumbled
Her first words mumbled
For freedom beckoned
Those first steps alone
In a world unknown
And then the second
In wonderment and awe
She saw
She understood
What she was destined for

copyright 2007 ann raven

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8 Responses to "Freedom"

BRAVO!!!!! I love this Ann. She is so brave to step out into this world and breathe the fresh air…err, smog. ๐Ÿ™‚

Destiny calls, let us go forth and conquer.

Rose

xo

(((Ann)))

A strong voice unleashed. I tip my hat to you, you have indeed broken free.

Love you.

I love you both so much

lotsa luv ann xxxxx

Ann, I know nothing about your life, but the poems you’ve been writing seem to reflect great challenges, with this one being a break forward, in the hopes of something better.

Yay for Ann!~

(((Ann)))

I have a poem posted on another blog today. ๐Ÿ™‚

I have an updated link in today’s post.

Love you. Don’t work too hard.

Ann, your poem is a brave cry out to us all. I had to read it a few times to seek it’s true essence. to begin again,in freedom. I wish I could go with you my friend. Remember, tiny steps and then run free. A wonderful poem!

love-bd

I’d love to know where this sprang from.You may have noticed that misery is MY muse

(((Ann)))

Welcome back!!!!! I am so excited that I am wriggling. I just posted again.

Rose

xo

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