The Love of Freedom
The Love of Freedom
By: Catherine Bromhead
I stand on the grassy hill
And there are mountains to the West.
I feel a yearning in my soul
Enough to tear me apart.
But I want it to.
The wind blows through my hair,
So cold, yet so wonderful.
I feel free.
Music no one else can hear fills my heart.
There is nothing more important than this feeling.
I sit in my stone cold chair
And there are white walls around me.
I feel empty in my soul
Threatening to cave in.
Please, make it stop.
The air is stifling
So cold, and it is terrible.
I feel trapped.
The silence is deafening in my ears.
I need to get out.