Freedom
written by: Robin McNamara
@robbiemac72
The freedom of my world.
Scorned by the settled set.
Despair and hope in the same day.
The freedom of my words,
Depend on the silence of my conscience,
Which sometimes screams with doubt.
The freedom of the ideas in my mind,
Is by the flow of the ink writing my history,
As I try to find my way along.
And the freedom of my life,
Depends upon the written word,
Accepted by the wicked world.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase.
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