Free Range

Life in simple times for some~ no matter what happened they were appreciated.

Free Range

Environment within entitlement to free days and play.

I was a child

who ran up and down

the hills of yesterday and tomorrow.

It was home to sorrow.

Elementary was complimentary to what was held dear.

Others so far removed

from the impossibilities

imposed on a young heart wanting a beginning

from the earliest start.

Contradiction within dialectal conversation.

Without sounds to echo

my need to be needed

to be wanted was another matter

one that was much sadder.

 Preservation on the reservation was all I had.

I was the shyest

rarely vying for affection.

I was the one following directions.

Survival became tactical and nearly impractical.

Practicality for morality was the means of getting by.

Lies were put upon a small mind

that was bonded to fateful ties.

I was and am a person

before a little child.

I was hoping for some simplicity

 just to stay a little while.

Submitting only to a time

that I defined.

It is how I lived a life.

Faced against the corner, just standing, sitting and waiting

till I got a little older and bolder.

I released my chains

to a higher plane.

Love gave in to sin.