Free At Last Poem by Tess Rockenstire

Rising sun in the east,
Warming my silken face,
As I let the sunrays in to my morning quest.
This cathedral of hope churning my inner self.

I wanted to break free from this colossal cage in me.
This bird is free from the cage of fear and harm,
No longer captive but free.
“I shall fly like an eagle in the sky, ”
I am free at last.

Fear? Is in the mind,
Hope is in the living God,
Freshness of new dawn is coming,
I can see it, I can touch it.

Let go, let go
Free yourself from fear
Welcome new door of revival,
Set your self ablaze of a new dawn of hope.