Freedom is the fragile neck of a daffodil,
after the longest of winters.
It’s the sound of your voice,
without anyone drowning you out.
It’s having the grace to say yes,
and the right to say no.
At the heart of freedom,
hope beats; a pulse of possibility.
I am the same woman I was five minutes ago;
I am rooted in the same chair.
Nothing has changed,
and everything is different.
-art by Daniel Gerhart