Choices 💖

To her, freedom didn’t mean the right to raise her voice,

It didn’t mean the privilege to wear her choice,

It didn’t mean traveling around the world – living in, its every corner and nook, 
All it only ever meant, was snuggling in, to her book –
For, it gave her what the rest of the world couldn’t – it brought her alive, it set her imagination on fire,

It gave her heart all the contentment it would ever desire,
By the window sill she sits, undisturbed, unscathed,

From the rest of the world, willingly detached,

Breathing in its scent, its story, 

Relishing every plot it cooks, to glory.

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