The Horizon

The horizon,
a string that hangs freedom around its neck,
a siren upon the heavens of the earth,
far away from this land.
But he runs
forward,
Because his home became the mouth of the sea.
And freedom is this simple joy,
to be covered in soft sand,
alive.

**Even as I do support national security, I do believe that extending empathy to those in the heights of war and tragedy is necessary. I do hope this poem touches some minds!**