A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
Rewrite History in the first person
It is something profound, that drags me and hurts.
Living fully the mistakes made
Is to feel the iron blows inflicted.
Each mistake is a scar on the journey,
That marks me and teaches me pain,
And having in the soul the will and the calm
Is to find support in death when it calls.
It is to accept that each step, each mistake,
Forms the fabric of my existence,
And that peace is found in understanding
That even in loss there is persistence.