Child

About
This poem was posted in Slack channel #child 3/14/18 at 11:14pm

The Poem
the child broke from the bosom of its mother

with no warning whatsoever.

all at once, he was free.

free to roam.

free from the strangling noose of filial piety.

the birds swarmed together in the sky that day.

punctuating the canvas with their lazy, miraculous undulations.

an homage to its newfound freedom

"i shall go to the ends of the world!"

he cried.

to the ends of the world.

but soon

his feet slowed.

his shins trundled under his weight.

the ends of the world.

there is no end without authority.

there is no desire without restraint.

the child was free.

the child was free and it hurt more than anything.

we are condemned to such freedoms.

absence is the cruelest joke fate plays.

come.

Interpretations
The child finally get a taste of freedom and it's far different than what the child desired.

* Note to professors: interpretations are entirely yours, please feel free to agree/disagree here!