fog crept round
covered us up
wrapped us down
hiding us
from the men
who watch us
every day
now’s our chance
to escape
find freedom
lose our chains
if we’re caught
then we’re dead
that’s okay
still better
than being
a slave.
It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.
merlinspielen 
This is a very poignant piece of writing! We take our freedom so much for granted.
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We think we have freedom when we do not even know what freedom might be. We don’t even know who we are. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! It is appreciated.
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