Breaking Free....

it is not the hatchet
that breaks the walls
not the lever
that lifts the rock
barriers of
your sought freedom

do not go physical
for it is not the keys that
will open the doors
for you
to fly like a black bird
into that
blue sky

move and plunge
like a yellow submarine
into the depths of the sea
inward
the first step is deep silence
and when you
know every sand and corral
every coldness
rise up
slowly to the surface
of your being
and be not afraid of the sun
and winds
and waves and the wideness
and length of the
continents

for all these
when you are strong and firm
shall be yours
to own.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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