Liberty

I love to breathe the fresh air of freedom,
To walk where I want, without any reason,
And to run when I feel a surge of joy;
Know that sharing joy is never treason.

Breathing free is a joy that fills my soul,
With gratitude for the wonder of life,
To climb countless stairs and not lose my voice,
Nor feel the edge of hypoxia's knife.

I want to walk without limits or bonds,
To feel adrenaline and dance with glee;
Have a healthy body and peaceful mind.
The liberty to be free to be me.

Mick McKellar
February 2024