Freedom short poem

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Freedom means little till it is gone,
Be it to live or the right to be born,
Freedom determined by a series of letters,
More than the absence of shackles and fetters,
Freedom is blinded by those who receive,
Who make it so rigid and hard to believe,
Freedom with bounds only rises to fall,
A cause for a cause of injustice to all,
What good is setting a fish free to the sky,
Where it can do little but struggle and die,
Or free a bird deep beneath the sea,
To free life to death is no freedom to me,
Freedom is so rarely freely given,
Thriving on loss and by fear driven,
When a bird is released from a cage,
It is not the bird that is free but the cage.
Freedom rings so differently true,
Being so subjective to me and to you,
Freedom lies in the cages of the mind,
Free now of freedom we leave it behind.

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Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending!I am a simple, seemingly quiet person wishing to make the most out of life's beautiful (and not so beautiful) things. I think a lot and learn a lot by thinking...sometimes too much for my own good. Try not to take me by face value. I'm a strong believer in love and the inner goodness of mankind (hey! Stop rolling your eyes!), it's rare perhaps, but it IS there! At this point I've stopped trying to figure out how people function, and have decided instead to live for the moment, and go where life takes me. So far, despite the obstacles and setbacks, life has been kind....and in every moment there are so many memories waiting to happen! Is life fair? No. But as a wise friend of mine once said....pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional! So my advice to all those struggling with life: Smile and breathe through each day! Life will unfold in due course.....Sometimes one overlooks the fact that although life is with us, WE are not with life. For now, I live each moment as if it is my that in every moment I can rediscover and appreciate life in all its complexities.
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