Here I sit in my cozy hole.
The world above
The earth around
And around
And around
And beneath
And I sit with my thoughts
And the past.
If fear was a color, than
It would be red.
The walls of my hole are
Not red. They are blue.
And Blue is the color
Of freedom.
For I have a secret.
Here in this hole.
In the ground.
I have found
My own soul
And it has no walls
No bars, No dark.
It's cloud free
And I see
The glory of Heaven
And the one thing
That they cannot have.
They cannot have me.
14 comments:
This is so very deep in more ways than one. Excellent.
Hi Carina;
beautiful thoughts for me rendered in a beautiful poem...:)
i only learnt now that blue is a color of freedom...i love blue in all its shades, hence I can relate to this...
thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts!
Freedom can be found in the least likely of places. Well done, Carina.
This was gorgeous and profound...I have not yet found my blue. The search continues, and I am determined...your poem gives me hope that it can be done.
It's all a state of mind, this dungeon thing...even in captivity, you are sweetly free. Great way of viewing the prompt.
- Dina
Beautiful said Carina..Blue is the colour of freedom.. and trust me it's a coincidence that the colour of new template of my page too is blue.. and as you know I have been announcing my freedom in more than many ways.. well written.. do visit my page to bless..
Wow! So deep, so profound!
No hole, no laws, no customs, no religion can confine soul, yet they always try.
so stunningly great..
i loved it
powerful, like a victory song.
A stellar piece. Profound and powerful.
That is excellent- I need to have those words tattoed on my brain! Thank you!
Hello Carina,
Nice response to the prompt.
It fit perfectly.
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