Divided

Is it really freedom,

to stand here all alone?

(With darkness in the future

down hallways paved of stone)

Some would say it’s justice,

a story swift as time.

(To find in violent moments

a heartbeat most sublime)

Others yet will worry,

a ship pulled out to sea.

(Tossed upon the trying waves

and carried far from me)

My shore is always barren,

swept by beating sand.

(But one thing is for certain

It’s here I surely stand)