what is of our experience

even in
caged darkness,
we are
blooming.

before shadows
attempt to
erect demons
on the day,
we are breathing
and burning light.

above the swift,
unflinching weight
of time,
our feet dangle
over the edge
like children
and we are
still learning
how to love.

even in
the sour exile
of death,
our skin is soft
and our souls
sweeten a memory.

even at this moment,
a baby is born
and knows
what it feels like
to be completely
and remarkably
free.

Nice

Freedom rings nicely

I read all 5 poems in here, and you most certainly have a knack for it....
extremely vivid imagery

I like the flow, well done

I'm glad I came back and read this again - I like it.

So many questions,without asking any.

I really like the strong,consistant structure of your poems.