Freedom, a poem from my sister.

i've been broken enough times,

to know the smell of earth

and to know how gracious it is

and each of those shreds have risen again,

stronger than before

not for some mere fight,

nor for the war to thrive,

but for the eminence of independence

for the austerity of one's freedom.

these are not the wings that they thrust upon me,

nor are these granted

these are instead the ones i willed to grow

the one's i've achieved

the faith that every benediction brings along

liberates my flight,

but its the faith coming along unanswered prayers

that reminds me of the soil

and the spirit it leaves behind.

i was given a life

not just to survive

and the day i gain

the virtue of my existence,

when i defeat

the insignificance of my being

they may not know how i lived,

but they will remember that i did.

--gurleen