Freedom

I felt it then

the day I left

the only home

I ever knew

inflicted with

a wicked poison

the devil himself did brew

I fleed my world

and freed my mind

my body screamed

then sang

I hear and see new parts of me

the clock-tower in town

still rang

I cannot comprehend

or know

what I have not yet

survived

but now my senses

return to me

begging to be revived

my lungs now gasping for the scent

of fresh, clean, perfect air

punctuated with the trace

of sunflowers in my hair

taking root and reaching up

above the pain and yearning

I know my strength, it sturs in me

my home, ever enduring