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Peace, ease, laughter and hope
The beautiful of the moment
And the time to cope
Surrounded and wrapped in dreams
That knows no bounds
Prayers sent to heaven
From quivering lips, dripping in hope
And answered with love
For once to know my tears, struggles and triumph
Are well thought of
I was fashioned and designed for a special reason
While I thought Jesus didn't care about my pain...
He was just waiting for me
To enter the right season
Love always, Esha
What is liberty?
Is it the ability to determine your future?
The right to make up your own mind
The leisure to make medical decisions free form coercion
Is it tied to selecting a career of your own choosing?
Does it lose validity if the path is picked for you?
Can freedom be limited by the venues you can or can't frequent?
Or is it inalienable rights passed down through citizenship?
What does liberty feel like?
Does it go on smooth like lotion
Or does it go down bitter like unsweetened poison?
When liberty is denied its existence becomes a notion
Love always, Esha <3
