Living Free

Living free is a poem by Ruth Desjardins

They decided what I ought to be

They put me in a box

Tied up with pretty ribbons

In a box they smothered me

But a box can’t hold

A spirit bold

So now I’m living free.


They never asked me how I felt

Or what I thought about

They never knew what dreams I had

Yet, thinking they could help,

They poked and pried

Yet never tried

To see my real self


Each one thought to set me straight

Each one held a box

And tried so hard to fit me in

With shame, and dredge, and fate

No dreams inside –

All dreams must die,

But they were far too late


They were too late to kill a dream

To put a lock on freedom.

Much too late to catch the wind,

Or box a golden sunbeam,

Or chain a thought,

Or tie a knot

To choke a happy daydream.

About Author

Ruth Desjardins is a celebrated Canadian writer, born in Cobalt, Ontario, Canada.

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