If the clouds give me the
freedom to believe in the
impossible, then I will follow
them to wherever they wander
on this earth, and to the moun-
tains they reveal and cover up
with their shadows.
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I used to chase freedom, as if
it was something I lacked, until
one day, a small white envelope
introduced a no need for connections,
or a specialized knowledge.
When my beliefs changes, freedom came.
When I sighed and let go, freedom came.
I didn't need freedom to understand free,
and that's when freedom came to me.
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CLOUDS FOR MY EYES
PoetryThis prose-poetry chapbook explores themes of clouded judgments, devotion and deconstruction, and cotton fields where a belief in purpose and a belief in freedom no longer align. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
