I Am Free to Love and Serve Humanity
A poem

I escaped into a world of words Where I defined A parallel reality Unfettered by frugality, Declined imprisonment In parameters Of niggling worries Flitting in to interrupt My heart’s repose.
No!
Rage and fear forbidden here, They’re free to roam but never Land inside my hidden chamber, Nor call it home.
I did not dare to speak aloud, Nor felt at ease within a crowd.
In this writing space My fingers tap and rap — I am safe, cannot lose face. Staccato rhythms pick The fruits I harvest from my brain. Their honeyed juices shall refresh And soothe bruised ethereal flesh.
In solitude I dance and write, Music of words my soul ignites.
Allow me to embrace the I, Not the when or how or why , Not what I do, but who to be. For only in soliloquy, Keeping my Self company, Do my wings at last unfold, Revealing stories never told.
Weightless beyond gravity, I can fly — I am free To love and serve humanity.
The PW Monthly Theme for August “What is freedom” provided by ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE conjured up a myriad of answers.
In an interview originally recorded in 1969, Jim Morrison said,
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
I was nineteen at the time, and many decades would pass before I finally got it. I reflect that journey in this poem.
Always ready to find an excuse to end with music, I leave you with another interpretation of freedom by Pharrell Williams.






