What Is Freedom

Today’s poem from my good friend, who writes in an effort to keep himself mentally active, while going through the endless daily difficulties of being homeless.

Freedom is a state of mind

And is it a place that’s hard to find

We searched high and low

With nowhere left to go

I’m living here

That’s so clear, sometimes in fear

It’s hard to explain

What goes on in my brain

So I continue to seek

Whilst feeling weak

Others are strong

Here is not where I belong

I long to be free

Thank you for thinking of me.

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