Freedom // For the Social Public

Freedom doesn't show herself publicly
Freedom is a feeling that sends electric waves down your spine and lets go so you can bask in the emotion
Indicating she is yours and never leaving
It is as if the fleeting ocean
sound echoes the wind to gently caress the curvature of your body
Ever so slightly
As the air bends make their move

You are untitled
Without name
Naked without shame
Feel the course of rhythm drive from the subterranean tierra
And move without error
Or consequence to your next destination

With sleight of hand and unconscionable reason
The winter leaves without seasoning a new beginning
So the drop of fear and anger fill the void
Complexities of thoughts keep up the noise
Wrapped in a fickle game with a ploy

Until the private mirror reveals you
And the dead look in your eyes brings you back to life
I said freedom doesn't show herself publicly
Until out of the closet and spoken within
The interior supreme love comes between being
And birth
Dying to let go of the lies that hurt
And starts by watering your garden
On a Thursday morning
When no one is around
What will you be doing, my love?