Freedom what a slippery slope,
It’s meaning coiled around a rope,
Which hangs adrift just out of reach,
And casts a shadow on my speech,
For all my dreams are whispers too,
Which slowly drag an awkward view,
Where windows offer no respite,
From dangers lurking in the night.
And though I fight to take a breath,
I wonder what becomes my death,
Will I be free to live my best,
Will reaper’s grim belay my quest,
And if my freedom grants me peace,
Will all the torment finally cease,
Or will I spend my final days,
Forever lost in toxic haze.
Now freedom is a basic need,
But one I’ve never felt succeed,
For life for me is bound by chains,
Where narcissists have laid remains,
That kept me locked in games I loathed,
A blackened sheep just barely clothed,
Reminded everywhere I turned,
That freedom’s cost is often spurned.
Yes freedom is a slippery slope,
I wish I could grab tight that rope,
And hoist myself towards a life,
Not burdened by despair or strife,
But wishes are the dreams of fools,
And I am trapped by bitter rules,
So I must wait for destiny,
To grab my wrist and pull me free.
© The Complicated Bunny – 10 Jun 2022
This poem is the fourth in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.