Real freedom doesn’t shout.
It doesn’t demand the absence of limits.
It whispers—
softly—
in the hardest moments:
“You can choose differently.”
Even when it’s uncomfortable.
Even when the world expects otherwise.
Freedom
is not chaos,
not defiance
for the sake of noise.
It’s the courage to pause—
to listen,
truly,
to your own voice.
And then,
with trembling hands
and a heart still unsure,
to act from that place.
Not out of rebellion,
but out of truth.
Because dignity lives
in the quiet decisions.
In the sacred, silent acts
of being who you are
even
when it would be easier
not to be.
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Author:
G.Cabús (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this piece not from a place of certainty, but from the silence I’ve had to face many times within myself. For me, freedom has never been loud. It’s been a soft, persistent invitation to stop betraying who I am, especially when no one’s watching. If this poem meets you somewhere along your path, I hope it reminds you that your truth is valid— even when spoken in a whisper.
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Comments2
This poem gives good advice about being oneself. Nicely written
Thank you sincerely for reading. I wrote this piece from a very honest space in me. Sometimes, the most powerful advice is the kind we quietly needed to hear ourselves.
Grateful for your presence and kindness.
A lovely of having those moments in silence and the freedom to reflect and be oneself , enjoyed the read
I truly appreciate your words.
You beautifully captured the exact feeling I hoped this piece would convey — the silent, inward freedom of simply being.
I believe poetry sometimes holds what we don’t say aloud… and I’m grateful you felt that quiet space through the lines.
Thank you for reading.
You are very welcome
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