FREEDOM #poetry by jay

This is a repost. It feels appropriate to my thinking today to post again. As does this poem Ode to Censorship


I go inside where the rain pellets the skin

piercing and drenched

I recall, as I sit and feel the years of despots and dictators reign control 

My belly contracting like a beast, unwanted and violent.

I recall my youth

The beginnings of me

I recall my innocence

I retract and recoil

The memory of despots and dictators

Lurking around and about 

every corner.

Rough, tumble

Soft, plush innocence.

To un-know would be pleasure.

Yearning to un-know that the absence of light is black dark colorless 

thrusting that back inside, is all but impossible.

Yet, to be wild again

if I can for a minute, even recall how that feels. 

The un-infringed upon mind. Freedom.

Yes freedom. Free-dom 

Free dom dom


©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

#Poetry #Freeverse #Poets #Dictators #Bullies

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