A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

Stones are what they are,

Immovable, heavy, cold to the touch,

And only gain movement and reason

When thrown against the door of life, in a shock.

And do not tell me, lightly,

That the shards do not cause wounds,

For each impact leaves its certainty,

Deeply marking the fabric of life.

There are stones that open paths, it’s true,

But others only bring pain and longing,

Tearing the silence with brutality,

In a blind flight that knows not kindness.

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