In the meadow,
a black sheep stands.
it casts a lonely gaze,
imprisoned behind a fence,
while all the other sheep graze.
In the background, by the barn,
the content sheep convene,
But the black sheep stands apart,
it’s wool a striking sheen,
Its’ ebony coat,
like its’ discontented mind,
contrasts the rest.
A symbol of uniqueness,
it wears its differences best.
With eyes like polished onyx,
it stares unflinchingly,
directly at the observer,
a soul-seeking synergy,
amidst the domestic flock,
it will not find its place,
a yearning for freedom
etched in its solemn face.
The white sheep, wander,
and by captivity, they abide,
Oblivious to the black sheep’s
silent plea, its yearning inside.
It persists, undaunted,
in its quest for freedom’s connection,
In the world outside the fence,
exists its’ soul’s reflection.
This lonesome black sheep,
Seeking its’ freedom to find,
Not content to be fed with the herd,
seeking truths of every kind,
Though it stands alone,
it stands with courage true,
A testament to the power
of being uniquely you.
So let us not forget,
as we journey through our days,
The black sheep’s lonely vigil,
the hope that never sways,
For in its solitude,
a message it sends to all,
Never lose sight of freedom,
the fence may yet fall.
WoPoLi 
Leave a comment