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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- Published: July 10th, 2025 16:36
- 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.
- Category: Reflection
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