The Freedom

 

To learn,

To walk, to talk,

To eat, to sleep, is mine and every

Young child’s right. I think each child should

Have the freedom to enjoy the journey,

To discovery and knowledge.

Innocence to me is hard to let go.

I need to grow mentally and physically.

My parents tell me, in serious tone:

“You grow through adversity.”

I now know I have to suffer in order

To gain the experience to live my life

fully. It doesn’t sound like much fun.

I always thought everyone in the world

was great until Holly took my pencil-case.

She swore she never took it;

Do I believe her?

I have that freedom of choice.

I feel very fortunate to have that choice, but

I still don’t know whether I believe her.

When I was six, half my lifetime ago,

I decided I wanted to maybe be a nurse. I was

going to help so many poor souls.

For years I felt that I could probably do this,

until one day I cut my finger rather badly and fainted.

Did you ever meet a nurse who fainted at the sight of blood?

My freedom of choice now leads me

down another path.

Ping. And idea pops into my bed.

Perhaps it would be a better idea

To wait and discover things I’m really

Interested in doing. Maybe helping other people

Not so fortunate as myself or something I’m good at.

Maturity will surely find a way.

By: Katy Williamson