My Freedom One Hundred Years Later

by Loro B. Tylor

My freedom tastes like a fresh sweet berry
bursting with the juice of life.

My freedom looks like a wild rabbit
released after months of captivity.

My freedom feels like a joyous prayer
for a life I might have never lived.

My freedom sounds like a lark’s song
after thunderous explosions, and the screams of dying men.

My freedom is living peacefully  now in gratitude
one hundred years later.

Reproduced with kind permission of the author. This poem was composed in a Poetry as Commemoration workshop held at Sligo County Library in October 2023.  The workshop was led by writer Terry McDonagh.