Waiting For Freedom

• Natalia Krawiec, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

Sitting,
Waiting,
Seeing the lights flicker above,
Feeling the breath of ghosts on my neck,
Seeing the box confining me,
Seeing the tears sliding down my cheek,
Seeing the freedom,
Longing for it,
Waiting for it,
I can feel the whisper of the wind,
See the swaying rhododendrons,
Yet they are out of reach,
They are just outside the confined space in which I sit,
And so,
I wait,
Await freedom