A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

And suddenly, I regained my memory.

As if a flame were ignited,

Revealing to me lost pages of history

That within me, for so long, was forgotten.

As if absent, in a kind of coma,

Deep, silent, without colour or sound,

I lived, for decades, shapeless,

Far from myself, the world, and emotion.

I was a ghost wandering in silence,

Faceless, nameless, without essence,

Until, in an instant, I woke from the shroud

That covered me with harsh absence.

Now, with memory pulsing,

I recognise what I was, what I left behind,

And in the light of the present, beginning anew,

Perhaps, at last, I have found myself.

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