When freedom comes

Eyes seen full of life,

A woman still scarred

History unchanged

Yet glowing inside.

 

Wonder spoken

Of drugs left behind.

Hope flowing outward

And her countenance shines!

 

Laughter, replaces

what once held great pain,

shadows encircled

and so filled with shame.

 

Now smiles speak volumes

delight lifts her head

Embracing a future

Most thought was dead.

 

So good to sit with,

So grand to see,

Dreams are still possible

if only we’re freed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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