Independence Day

Yesterday was Independence Day:
I truly enjoyed a day of vacation.
I intensely watched the fireworks;
I kept wishing for Freedom and Liberty.
Must independence remain a distant aspiration?
An unfulfilled yearning, the unreachable Star,
The one wish never to come true,
The symbol of inaccessible hope,
A Guiding Light too remote to follow?
Having spent endless years locked up in
The darkness of bondage, I’m waiting
For the moment when the clarity of Freedom
Will lighten my path as well as what is left of
My life. I wish to believe that I am finally about
To obtain my Freedom and achieve my Liberty!

© Djehane Hassouna, 2006

Rainbow of Emotions, page 136 

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