Like a bird from a cage, I fly to join the clouds, Escaping the grounds of rage, Without a single soul stopping me. Like a slumber used to flee, I float alone in space, Calmness overwhelming me, Urging me to forever rest my spirits. Like one broken from chains, I rub my wrists with relief, Practically unable to complain, Estatic to feel the sunshine again. Like a gift unbound from the wraps, My true being is revealed, Unconfined, under the scraps, That used to painfully suffocate me. Like a bird from a cage, I am finally free, Free to heal, assuage, To allow my personality to breathe, _And it is beautiful._

She stood at the edge of the silent dawn. Where shadows clung, but light was drawn. Chains unseen had bound her tight. Yet on her eyes, there burned a fight. She liberates her doves, with restless wings. The soft echoes of forgotten things. And with them flew her silent cries. Her dreams reborn in endless skies. She was released from her cage, her mind calm and clear. No longer ruled by doubt or fear.

Freedom. Something some have, Something not all have. Freedom can be love, Freedom can be pain, Freedom can be friends family or even being lain. The word means a lot. To some more. But to me: Freedom is safety, Freedom is touch Freedom is free to speak your mind, And having others hear you for you. And not being undermined but kind. Freedom can be love. Freedom can be pain. Freedom can come from friends or family, Or those being lain. So if you try to invite freedom into your life, Don’t shove it away, Let it stay. Freedom is right outside the door. It is something that means a lot, But can mean a lot more. Freedom is. Something some have. Something not all have. Freedom is love. Freedom is pain. Freedom comes from being lain. So just remember, The feeling for Freedom can be harder to remove than a stain.

It started with small things they took away. And nobody realised what it would lead to. They talked it down. Provided ‚good reasons‘. Deflected any criticism. When we protested, we were to blame because we did care about those little things instead of urgent topics. And they got more gutsy every day and soon nothing was like before. When we used to dance on the fields late summer - we now no more. When we used to leave our homes to visit our friends - we now no more. And summer turned to autumn and autumn to winter, they took it all. They took our freedom.

Free As a Bird…Running Free As a Bird...Yelling Free As a Brid…Crying

**Freedom** _Your own…_ Free will _Your own…_ Rights _Your own…_ Empowerment _Your own…_ Expression _Your own…_ Dream _Your own…_ Opportunity _Your own…_ Moral compass

I fall into the deepest pit They all fall into a laughing fit I look at my hands Then I hear your whisper I don't know how to feel What is here and what is real I can't do anything Then I hear your whisper You say there is freedom Out in that big world But I'm stuck in this pit of fears Then I hear your whisper I stay on the shallow end Never going too deep I think I'm alone Then I hear your whisper You say there is freedom But that, I will never reach So I hope for you to make it Then I hear your whisper I look at the peaks above me Hum a song you sang Tell my fears to stay away Then I hear your whisper When I feel green tickles I take a deep breath I had made it to freedom Then I whisper in your ear I'm here HardCoreWriter- I'm starting on Ghost Girl Pt2. I hope you like this poem and have a wonderful night/day! ♡

Oh, to leave the world behind, The grinding wheel, the weary mind, The chains of life, once harsh and tight, Slip softly into the velvet night. The breathe you bore the pain you bore, Are the weights you’ll carry never more, The birds, soaring high among the stars of the night sky, A housand echoes of goodbye. To close the eyes that knew such pain, To fold the hands that broke in strain, It is not defeat, but a sweet release, A final dance, a quiet peace. They cry, for love doe not let go, It stays, it aches, it hurts, But even as the tears fall one by one, You feel no remorse as the fight is done. You are free to soar, free to fly, As your soul drifts up to the sky, For in that freedom there is no fear, Just open skies, a soft embrace, A freedom found in death’s sweet grace.

Trapped in a cage Where my wings cannot feel the wind I hawk at the metal bars Screaming for my wings to flap I use my beak chopping for freedom But these metal bars are unbreakable Trapped in a cage My said owner talks to me in a foreign language I hawk to other birds for help They cannot hear me as I watch them fly by Past my owners bedroom window Where I yearn to be one of them Trapped in a cage Where one day I will fly again With the wind beating against my wings I dream of this moment To be free like every other human is But I lack the freedom

**freedom-** **1. the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants****** ******“we have the right to a freedom of speech.”** **2. the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.** **“he kicked his way to freedom.”** **** **** * Freedom. Are we ever really free? Or did we just escape one set of rules to another? Freedom. I do not believe in freedom. Freedom. Is a funny thing. The shark is not free. The shark is caged by the ocean. The bird is not free. The bird is trapped in the air. The trees are not free. The trees are stuck, rooted in the ground, and stuck in the soil. You are even less free. You are stuck, trapped, caged by the rules of society. Freedom. Not even in death are we free. Trapped in heaven. Maybe hell. Trapped in Valhalla. Maybe another body. Maybe we cease to exist. How can you be free without existing? Freedom. I do not believe in freedom.