Freedom

I am short of words, like there are invisible hands holding me from breathing, stopping me from saying exactly how I’m feeling.

It’s not a way to keep me safe from any pandemic, I’m suffocating! I can’t say a word, so I let my tears do the talking.

Do you see how I turn my face away, how my eyes are fixed to the heavens?
I’m hoping i’ll see a sign, if not, let God tell me why!!

My eyes aren’t filled with smiles, but with anguish, with pains…
Does the creator care about a wretched creature as I??

The thoughts of holding on, taking every fear like it’s nothing and wishing I can break free!!!
Does the creator care that I’m broken?

And then I let my heart do the talking, I need to breathe again, I need to see the world before I run out of time but how can I?

I’m held down!! I’m broken but I can’t say; only my tears will do justice. And because I know the creator cares, I shall be free again!!!