I Long to be Free
There’s a hole in my heart that desires freedom
See I come from a background of addiction, trauma, pain, criminality, and loneliness.
So, there’s this hole where freedom should be.
My heart desires the type of freedom that comes with comfort. Lord knows my struggles paid in full for such a purchase. Yet I’m still indebted unable to pay the taxation afflicted, at times unable to pursue proper concentration.
My heart desires a love I once knew. The kind of love that kept me embraced like my mother’s womb. Profound prolific and real. Supportive without limits or conditions.
” Hearts of fire” earth wind and fire status. Tryna become what I know I could be. But there’s freedom still my heart seeks.
There’s love, trust, emotional strength and mental stability I need.
Running from the demons of addiction that pursue me. Running from the ties of authorities over my life.
There’s freedom in my heart I need. From day to day, nights and weeks I’m empty. As if my soul is on a journey that only I can see because this freedom keeps evading me.
I chase but begin to wonder if I’ll ever be free.
Self-medication used to be the way. Until I learned I still lose anyway. Trapped inside the confines of a diseased mind. Trapped inside of self-inflicted wall I can’t climb. Clinging to a hope that’s blind.
So, my heart desires a freedom I can’t see. A freedom I desperately need.
There’s a hole in my heart where freedom should be & It’s black as the deepest sea.
I mean the freedom just to be free. Like Nat, Harriet, and many others tried to seek. And still, I feel alone cause where this freedom should be, the hole continuously gets bigger consuming me. And I’m afraid there’ll be nothing left of me if I can’t fill this hole where freedom should be.