The freedom to make mistakes.
That’s what it takes.
Wrapped in porcelain cloth
to keep out the cold.
The freedom to not be told
what to do.
The freedom to let it go.
Start again.
Make amends.
The freedom to be whatever you want to be.
Sat frozen by the fire.
Lost in the mire
of your own rotten thoughts.
The freedom to be taught
take the lesson
and pass it on or not.
The freedom to choose to lose
or refuse to keep losing at that.
The freedom to take whatever you make
be it real
or fake.
The freedom to let it go.
To let them know.
You know.
The freedom to hand it down.
To frown and say
there it is.
Do with it what you will.
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