Acrostic Poem For Freedom Novels & Stories

As the crowd moved from painting to painting, I stepped back, breathing it all in. Freedom wasn’t just the absence of chains—it was the presence of choice. Of purpose. Of voice. And I had found mine again. Not by shouting over the world. But by painting it anew.

Otherwise, it will annihilate all packs that refuse to join it. "Everyone loves freedom. All are willing to fight this time under your leadership." "We’ll fight for freedom." "For freedom."

The light appeared just as quick as it was gone, so Sammy was unable to actually ascertain what she had just seen other than some sort of weird light in the sky that seemed to be blueish in color. Sammy quickly thinks to herself as she opens her truck door.... "What in the hell was that, a shooting star? Maybe I should make a wish then?" Sammy thinks a few more seconds and decides to go ahead and make a wish. "Hey, what can it hurt, right?" Sammy says to herself, closes her eyes, and continues,"Here goes, I wish to make it out of Rigley one day and travel the world... I know there's so much more to see!"

and I nodded because it was, it wasn’t armor, it wasn’t a statement, it was just a dress that felt like breathing, soft and honest and mine. “You gonna call it something?” he asked, and I thought about it for a long time, about all the names I’d been called and all the names I’d survived, and then I said “Freedom, I’m calling it Freedom, because that’s what it is, that’s what I am now,” and he smiled like he’d been waiting for me to name it out loud.

I`m setting you free. *********

Luminère is bigger now but it still smells like thread and coffee and Lily’s crayons, and every dress that leaves here carries a piece of that story, the story of a girl who ran with nothing and built everything, and when people ask me what Freedom means I tell them it means you don’t have to be perfect to be worthy, you don’t have to be unbroken to be loved, you just have to keep choosing yourself even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard. James is in the kitchen right now burning toast because he insists on making breakfast even though he’s terrible at it, and Lily is “helping” which means making a mess, and I’m sitting at my table with a new sketchbook open and a pencil in my hand an

Because only then will I be free to do anything I want and love whomever my heart chooses. APRIL Everson, I'm afraid this is the final letter I'll be able to write to you. Not because I am strolling down a perilous road again, but because I am so sick of running. I told you I was content. Honestly, I am not. For once, it's simply so hard for me to keep these skeletons in my closet forever hidden. For once, I want to breathe without being under strain. I want to experience the freedom of walking through fields and lying down on the grass. I simply want to be completely happy and free, rather than just pretending to be so. But I know I won't be able to if I don't free these skeletons.

the keys to our life, But no longer will we serve, We will not bend, We will not fall, Your wrath cannot find us here, We are free, We are free, Free to choose our own way, We’ve been slaves for far too long, Yes sir, Of course Ma’am Whatever you say, But times have changed, We are equal, So go ahead, Go ahead, Break the chains that bind us, Chains that bind us, Then we can be free, can be free, Free to choose our own way.”

I was finally free. END

If love is pain then set me on fire Keep lifting me higher in your veins If love is pain then throw me in the water When I’m going under save me again I wipe my tears that escaped from my eyes and took a break from writing. I sigh heavily as I wipe my eyes with my hands. I rub it for a while and stared at the lyrics I've wrote down again. They’re one and the same Freedom and pain I’ve been craving the former all my life ‘Cause I think it’s worth the sacrifice You’re freer than most You think it’s a curse You think you’re killing me Your venom is my medicine