Poetry

Faith

There is a freedom in youth.

Pure, innocent and uninhibited.

A fiery passion for truth

that needs no proof;

blind faith unlimited.

There is a freedom in youth.

An energy, once loose,

now caged and committed

to passion and truth.

I once was so sure, yet uncouth,

because I was fully acquitted.

There is a freedom in youth.

Blame my sweet-tooth

that I’ve now pitted

passion against truth.

Stop hounding me sleuth

for I’ve admitted,

there is a freedom in youth

and in fire, passion, and Truth.

Unforgiving 

Melted snow mocking

my boots. Puddles too deep to

pass without drowning.

Bitter wind cutting

my skin.  Jackets too thick to

walk without sweating.