Freedom

Freedom.

It’s what we desire when we feel most trapped.

When we feel freedom, we expect a significant euphoria.

An uncontrollable urge to obtain and what we strive for.

It brings us down to our knees in tears when earned.

Our hands claw and scratch at the dirt beneath our feet, when it is not ours.

Thoughts swirl and collide in our minds to understand how to achieve that feat.

Our minds turn to rapture in longing and hunger when we cannot find the answer.

A flurry of emotions in desperation converge like a tornado, tearing earth from the ground to find the key.

Freedom.

There comes a point when thoughts turn to action.

Where decisiveness is key, do the paths open.

Regardless of what stirs up this feeling that’s been left to overboil;

whether you have the confidence to strive for it, or events have shaped the way forward.

You will endure to obtain it. To take it. To claim it as your own.

To shape freedom into your existence, unyielding.

Freedom.

Perseverance never comes to a stop. It can’t end, won’t end; will not END.

Freedom gives birth to glory. An aspiring sensation that releases you from what shackles you to doubts.

What could only lie ahead, can be shifted to what you’d like for there to be ahead.

It’s all in the head;

Of whether you choose to do rise up and claim can be yours; what IS yours.

Freedom.