The birth of freedom

It's 4 am here and I just found this site so why not leave a quick little something before I go to sleep.

Browsing through the web

on a dark and sleepless night,

I stumble, out of nowhere, 

upon this little site.

As I proceed to browse it,

I feel it, more and more,

with each and every sentence read

my freedom is reborn!

The freedom of a writer,

the freedom of the hearth.

And the power to imagine worlds

and take them all apart.

A creator, a destroyer

my imagination flies

like a little bird, just learning to flutter

it's wings in the bright blue skies.

Ideas begin to burst through my head

my mind is about to collapse,

the emotion is so overwhelming

THAT I HAVE TO WRITE THIS PART I CAPS.

I take a quick moment to look at the clock,

to the right lower corner I peak,

and Oh My God, it is 4 in the morning

I believe it is time to sleep.

And if the short length of my humble poem

left in you doubt and sorrow,

fear not my dear and curious reader

for I shall be back tomorrow.

 

Author's Note

Well, going to sleep now. If you took time to read this thank you :)