When?
Through
the turbulence of the storm my soul cried out for comfort yet no one heard
me.
Like
the forbidden apple I ate of the fruit and opened the world to me to absorb
the knowledge from the tree called life.
To
explore the vast lands of all the riches at hand. To soar amongst
the ancient nubian Kings and Queens of ages past.
Through
the sweat and tears of my brothers and sisters of yesteryears.
Riding on the
turbulent voyages to a strange new land.
Marching
through the trenches for a thing called FREEDOM.
Marching
for a word only dreams are made of: FREEDOM.
Who is truly FREE?
Shackled by the chains
of the mind's overview.
The
mind is not free but I must continue my struggle to find that inner peace
that solitude.
@ Davina Davis-Norris
Cozy Corner
Last Updated: 2/2/98