Stems- cut off
This is not about stems.
A gift.
it is not rare
it is given to a billion of two but only to one
Reduce today of four was when I said yes to cut it off
It was a benefit to economy
A good deal of advantage
but a loss to my humanity
Rejoice, they said I should be
for I already have three
Two without the gift
and one that possesses
Rejoice! For you are already free.
Free of what?
I am one that chase it
Not the kind that I can seek within
it is the other one,
the one I don’t hold any control of
that of outside
that sometimes I think is it just not?
A chase for an easy life
to liberate oneself from discipline and responsibility of “have tos”
Thoughts mere human?
Hail Freedom,
or is it not?
I hold dear
embraced myself tonight
for another conformity
A voluntary yes
Silver chord pulls back but insist, I did
In sorrow, I did
For yes, prevail it does
Things that should be done in sorrow,
and things you have to carry on living-
Most are one.
It is now cut off
Forever stripped of a thing I ought to do
Should a heart be glad?
It can dive into the desires of the mind without a care
To allow the body to express as much as it wants
as often as it wants.
Should a heart be glad?
A heart smiles but is mourning.
It became good because it did what it had to
Then a thought shakes it day and night;
up, down, left, and right
again and again, had it?
Hail Freedom,
or is it not?
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