My Stolen Freedom

January 16, 2009
By Stephanie Caranica BRONZE, Thousand Oaks, California
Stephanie Caranica BRONZE, Thousand Oaks, California
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As the mild autumn breeze caressed my vivid colored skin,
I resisted the uninvited tugs which strived to reel me in
A restraining rope,
Indeed it was
It gleefully ignored my own desires
I selfishly opposed this short selfish line because
It held me back from soaring higher;

Unframed giants similar to mine
Snaked their way down the path in a jumbled line
And in each of their grasps dangling like fine blocks of gold,
Other kites like myself struggled from his own leash’s choking hold;

As the widespread of field was reached,
My heart burned up with yearning
I felt a dire need to be free,
But the memory of a leash savagely punctured my soul like a piercing
I resentfully admitted it was not meant to be;

Back and forth I helplessly swayed and saw the world from a new point of view
There was joy and jubilant laughter as both kite and man played
This lingering happiness ripped my heart in two
Suddenly my master then lifted my high
And I rose into the mild autumn breeze reaching towards the naked sky;

Bid me farewell the rich, green pasture did
As I joined the open sky
Breathtaking sights were revealed that normally hid
From those who bore the lowland eyes
And as my perfect, silky skin billowed as I flew,
A mob of dots gathered beneath me and I began to hear faint “ahs” and “oohs”;

When my companion, the autumn breath began to weaken,
So did my lift begin to fade
The rope that once myself had shaken,
Ceased its forceful, controlling rage
As the blue eternity slowly floated to the heavens high,
The greedy, wicked leash was finally dominated by I,
The dazzling kite
Which plummetted from the
Untouched sky;

And as the autumn breeze
Caressed my vivid-colored skin
I resisted the uninvited tugs which strived to reel me in;
My stolen freedom;

The author's comments:
We all strive to shine and experience life to the fullest. In some cases, we are held back from doing so because of the nonbelievers who wish to see us fail. I think this peom basically speaks for itself, but if it doesn't, I'm (gladly) open to free interpretation. I ended up writing this piece because of a teacher who challenged me to let myself shine. I feel as though many situations that I've recently gone through are relived through this poem. Whoever you may be, when you read my poem, remember that it is better to take a chance to live freely, rather than to let society and the nonbeievers around you decide your own fate and that of others. Have a wonderful Martin Luther King Jr. weekend!

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This article has 11 comments.

head nurse said...
on Apr. 6 2009 at 8:04 am
Absolutely outstanding. In reading this poem again I envisioned the pt. with Parkinson's diseasewho is trapped in his own body by movements he can't control.your speech is awesome. With Love,Genny

Angie said...
on Feb. 16 2009 at 9:23 pm
Stephanie,your poem is very insightful and imaginative !

Lala said...
on Feb. 15 2009 at 5:34 am
this is the best poem ive ever read in my life. its SUPER DUPER great! u should definilty get published!! people will buy the magazine for this poem!!! its perfect! no exaggeration! keep on writing! =]

on Feb. 14 2009 at 8:21 pm
Hi Stephanie,you are an awesome,talented writer,this is absolutely beautiful.We really think that you are gifted .

Sina said...
on Feb. 12 2009 at 10:30 pm
Stephanie, I was amazed by you ever since I've met you when you were just four-year old. You will allways stand out with your talents, your immagination and they way you look at life. Good luck following your dreams. You are special.

WOOTON! said...
on Feb. 12 2009 at 2:51 am
this is so good! You are superrrr talented.

chris said...
on Feb. 11 2009 at 12:54 am
hey stephanie,

I have always thought that you were talented, but this definately showcases one of your many talents.luv ya and keep moving forward!!!!!!

Edi said...
on Feb. 10 2009 at 5:41 am
Stephanie you are trully gifted. I like both the message and the way it is presented.

ARollins said...
on Feb. 8 2009 at 11:10 pm
Stephanie, this was absolutely beautiful. I am SO going to use your poem, with your grand permission, of course, to speak to women as an illustration as how sin easily besets us. I definitely see this with spiritual eyes...this was great. I don't doubt for a moment where you are going to go with this talent. You have my vote! (Hey, just checking but should it say "...lifted me high," not "lifted my high" at the end of the fourth stanza?) Love ya, kiddo, see ya in class!

on Feb. 7 2009 at 1:56 am
Stephanie, you are my role model. Im not even kidding. Your a very talented writer. I am impressed. You amaze me every day. Even when I don't see you. Keep it up. You are going to be very successful.

katrina said...
on Feb. 2 2009 at 4:37 am
stephanie you are awesome at making me dance in my pants!!!that poem really made my day!!! Did you write it in middle school?it was great and I just wanted to say that my legs are trembling after reading your poem and i felt that I could touch my chin to the rock!!!


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