Place Of Freedom

Warning: This story contain suicide, suicide thoughts, etc. This story does NOT encourage suicide although the thoughts may be hard. Please don't listen to the suicide thoughts in real life and in this story. If you however needed help to prevent suicide, suicide thoughts I really suggest you not to read this, but rather read a book that can help you or go to a suicide hotline!(988)<--Suicide Hotline

It was raining cats and dogs I beg my mother set me free, but she would decline and complain. Time was ticking as I could escape, but she would be watching every of my moves. Every move I make it would make a crack of a sound. She would yelled and complain.

As I watch the heavy rain I want to be free like them just like the wind that blow. I don't want to be trap in a chain of shackles in this home. This home is a prison bar, two meals a day--lunch and dinner--but breakfast wasn't sold. No freedom--except for a cell--which I belong. Books to read, but with empty pages.

I grab a book and written it. That book is full of pages it isn't empty no more!

I'm a sinner with heavy chains, need freedom to start to change. I'm a bird in a cage need freedom to fly free. I look at the sky as I watch the heavy rains. I want to be that drop that drip down. Not as an empty soul nor a empty book. I want to be free not as a bird in a cage.

Not as a prisoner, nor a slave. I want to be in a garden like it's heaven. I want to walk free like it's heaven. Free from chains that shackles me kept me trap behind the bars. Time is ticking, what would it be? Trap in a room like it a prisoner cell? Or freedom once for all? I want to be free, but chains kept me from going.

I watch the sky as the bird flew by--I want to be that bird. I watch the ground as the rain drip in that mud. I want to play in the mud. Where the fun in this cell? Nothing, except for meals.

I watch the flower start to grow, the rain has stop. I want to bloom like freedom has come. I want to feel free once more. The sun has set and the moon has been upon. I watch the sky as I wish to be free as the stars shine.

What would it be? Freedom at a risk? Or trap in a prisoner cell? Time is ticking.

Don't I want to be free? Like how blacks gain their rights. Like how women gain their rights. Like how black and white finally united together as a whole nation.

Freedom is what I look for. Not fame nor success nor do I want to live forever. I watch the window as the stars shone bright. It's time I take the freedom for a risk. My mother may be watching me, but she'll be asleep every night. Sounds of crack were like alarm, bleeping like it sirens sounds. She won't find me any longer in this world.

It time I jump out the window looking for the peace I need. It time I search for freedom. Where to go? One word pop up in my mind. I won't say it till I find this freedom.

Free from this world of chains. Free from the prisoner cells. Free from the world of evils. That one place is where I belong. That one place is where freedom is. Where freedom is take me there! Free of this place, which is like a prison cell!

I want to be like the tree, which blossom beautiful in the tree! I want to be the stars that shine so bright! A purpose in a life. Time is ticking. What would it be? Free of this world? Or find a place where I can finally rest? Freedom is what I need. Freedom is what brings peace and my mind to rest. This is the day to finally feel free.

I want to be like the flower, which blooms in the seasons wonderfully and beautiful made in the spring. I want to stand up for myself just how Rosa Park did. My mind going be at peace this is the day to feel the freedom I'll ever find.

I took a deep breath, hum, and I feel the pressure of freedom one again. Is this how freedom felt? You're able to do anything. Sing, hum, and even dance in the night.

Freedom is what I need I know a place to search for one. No harm would be in the place. Every eyes will wipe their tears with joy. Freedom is coming to me. I'm coming freedom! Freedom where I go! I need a place where I can call it home!

That scars on the beaten mark, where I used to fell on the ground. People stares as I look around the nature. Is freedom here or over there? I wonder in my head.

I need this place to stay. Need for freedom for my sake. I need a place call home, place of peace, and not of pain.

Not as what the world give, but what freedoms gives. A place of peace call home, which I really need. Smile, again am I ready to jump? After all it freedom there.

There a place call home. A place of peace in the mist. Foggy weather begins to come long within the dark clouds. Climb over it as I obey the thoughts in my head. Time is ticking what would it be? Jump for freedom? Or suffer the pain?

Is this freedom what I needed? I watched the sky once, again. Birds flew by and get shot by a dear hunter. At least they're in peace. I hope I'm ready to be gone. Disappear, from the world and never come back. I found a place where I can rest from the world. Now, I claim that heaven is finally my home.

Different ending: Hear it? The church bells ring the sound. Someday it'll be a place of peace for me. The bird flown free I smile at it. They're still living their life of freedom. I don't think I want to do this. I would love heaven, a place where I can call home. I want to live like the bird instead. Flown free and not dead. Living their life of peace.

I think I'm ready to set this down. Not to pull my life apart, anymore. Enter in the peace of place. Call home. Smile one last time. There are pain in this world, but there may be a place call home. Somewhere in this world.

Where we'll family in the end. Searching for this journey, searching for a path, I'll find a place called home. A place of rest. Heaven has the needs. I want to live be heaven, but at the same time. I'm not ending my life. Even after everything.

Not anymore. I smile again as the bird flew past by the tree, river, lake, and the church.

They past by the road, house, school, but one place they had stay were by the beach.

Bird migrate from the sky, together like family cares. Am I ready to enter in? Start a brand new change? Time is Ticking what would it be? Freedom without a life? Freedom with a brand new change?

I watch as the people enters in. They sang praises for their God! I smile again wondering if these people really cares. I'm ready for this freedom. I'm ready for a brand new change. I'm living a life full of joy. Is this it? Finally my time.

Time is up! I'm running through the church's door. Enter in as I run, someone came up and hug. They call me a family. I hug back with tears of joy. Is this how church feels like? Not empty as a prisoner cells. But full of joys in the end.

Is this finally it? It is finally over? But one thing for sure. This is the freedom I really need. This is the treasure I finally found. A place of rest and a place of joy. This is a brand new start, a brand new change, where I live with this place call home.