Stolen Freedom

by Baby Rainbow   Feb 27, 2015


Searching for the right thing to do,
yet I seem to be going nowhere -
sinking further into the stomach of depression.

I do not want to be a bad person
or take away another person's freedom,
but if the route of my heart had a gun
it would probably take away his life.

His feet do not deserve to walk the streets,
and his hands should be tied behind his back
to prevent him from ever hurting an innocent
child again...

... so why I do I find it so hard
searching for the right thing to do?

And why, even though he is the one walking
with stolen freedom, am I the one who
seems to be going nowhere?

Saffie
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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A very powerful and honest write here, Saffie. Sometimes, it seems, true justice can only be dealt out with the most extreme violence - some people deserve nothing less.
    I love the line "If the route of my heart had a gun......" - an excellent poem.

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Wow, a heavy poem... this one left me speechless. The burden and weight of what you're going through is so apparent here, from depression's hold to wondering where to go from here. Sometimes, I wonder if what I am doing is right, if simply by living day to day or if I should be doing more. It made me think that while a lot is black and white with right or wrong, sometimes it's harder to decipher or plan ahead for our future, if the choices we make will be right or wrong. And I like how you repeated that line, then asking, why it seems like you are going nowhere. I've felt that too, in different ways.

    I can't imagine the anger though and pain in knowing someone who has stolen others' freedom and innocence is now walking, seems to be free... that would be shattering to discover. I hope you can find peace though.

    Take care!

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