The Longing by Nimah Nawwab
Freedom. How her spirit Haunts, Hooks, Entices us all!
Freedom, Will the time come For my ideas to roam Across this vast land’s deserts, Through the caverns of the Empty Quarter?
For my voice to be sent forth, Crying out in the stillness of a quiet people, A voice among the voiceless?
For my thoughts, that hurl around In a never-ending spiral, To settle Mature, grow and flourish In a barren wasteland of shackled minds?
Will my spirit be set free— To soar above the undulating palm fronds? Will my essence and heart be unfettered, Forever Freed, Of man-made Thou Shall Nots?
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