Waiting for Freedom

Freedom is a funny thing. 

I don't mean the freedom to live.

I mean the freedom to feel, to think.

Maybe I do mean the freedom to live.

It's always the ultimate goal,

And yet, when we finally find it,

We don't know what to do with it.

Do you poke it? Pet it?

Freedom is part identity and part social.

When there is someone in your life,

Who uses their power to enslave your mind and emotions,

you are not free.

When you leave that person,

But their words and actions still follow you,

You are not free.

When you realize everything you've achieved,

When you overcome the mental block

That says you are worth nothing,

Then you become free.

When you believe you are free,

You become free.

You take on this identity that says

I am the one I've been waiting for.

And I am waiting no longer,

for I am here.