The air outside the hospital is free.
I have walked the periphery
Of the hospital’s grounds and found
How dear the air is to me.
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It enters through my window
And calls to me of liberty
And says how below, people don’t know
The profundity of the air.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
K Morris - Poet 
Very thought-provoking. I know I take fresh air for granted and shouldn’t. I hope you’re getting better 💗
Thank you, Esther. I am indeed getting better and am looking forward to the day when I can go home.
We really appreciate freedom and home after being in hospital
Indeed we do. Thank you for your comment.
I totally agree, Kevin!
Thank you, Annette. I’m delighted you can relate to my poem.
Honestly we fail to appreciate the sweet air of freedom, outside hospitals, outside of prisons, out side of toxic relationships. Thanks for sharing Kevin.
Many thanks for commenting. My poem obviously struck a chord with you and I’m delighted you can relate to it.
Yes, fresh air is something we tend to take for granted.
We do indeed take fresh air and liberty for granted, Vivienne. Thank you for commenting