Tomorrow, You Will Be Free…
Please don't stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground,
let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my
past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun
comfort my soul, for the earth has opened up her mouth and
swallowed my past, no more pain, no more fear, only sweet music
shall ring in my ears.
Look down on her, O Lord, look down and see your daughter
weeping in the sand, she ripped out her heart and has cast it
into the sea, she said, "Tomorrow, I will be free."
But the ground where she laid is now drunken with her past,
affliction and confusion, the sea has spewed out her heart and
the sun has hidden his face.
I tried to comfort her and said,
"Come my love, come, for tomorrow is still yet to come,"
but she cannot be comforted, her body's covered with wounds I
cannot see and her words I do not understand.
Night is fallen and my soul grows weak, but I will not leave her,
I will cuddle her in my arms and whisper in her ears,
"Tomorrow, you will be free,
tomorrow, you will be free."
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This is the first poem I wrote in the wee hours of the night while feeling dark and lonely. I love writing suspense, drama, and children's stories. Seeing my characters come alive on paper is amazing. I never know when or how my story will end because I'm just a pen letting my characters tell their own stories.