An Introvert’s Freedom
Prompted poetry inspired by “All things freedom”
You can take these feeble feet these stiffened, arthritic hands leave me introverted or immobilized but so long as my mind flourishes I will continue to be free
Freedom isn’t just about movement ‘though I admit it is glorious — the ability to walk, run, and explore to gather seashells by the shore or pinecones from the forest’s floor to feel the sun’s warmth on my face or my body nourished by the rain to openly embrace a friend or roll around in the yard with a pet
Yes, those are all freedoms I enjoy and probably not everyone’s choice Some want to roam the world live as they see fit with few rules or raise their voices for injustice fight for what they believe is right exist as their authentic selves reach mountains and break ceilings and marry whomever they love
All worthy freedoms to be sure but all I want is a sharpened mind to wade out and fly fish in a stream visit vast worlds or march in the street all without leaving my head
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The older I get and the more worn out my body becomes, the more I’ve been forced to take a sharp look at my life and what freedom really means to me. It’s not that I’ve lost the will to fight, but my mind can no longer handle the daily din of outside life. I am becoming an extreme recluse with each passing year. In my isolation, I still have access to books, movies, and music to help me escape and find moments of freedom, but should all of that be taken away, should my body give out completely, I pray that my mind will remain intact so that I can be as free as I dare to imagine.
For 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.’s 12th October Weekly Prompt — All things freedom
Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.