304 Day's

304 sunrises and sunsets framed within this wait. This is where silence is no longer the absence of sound; it is the heaviest word, narrating our imprisoned history. Every crack on the ground is a day gone by, and every line upon the shoulders, the weight of absence. That forsaken identity beside me testifies that, for true deliverance, one must pass beyond the former self. I am here, listening to the sky's vow; a vow that cries out: Freedom is measured not by the vastness of the horizon, but by the depth of your faith.