I am tangled in my thoughts
I’m trying to break free,
From these chains I’m bound to,
These boundaries around me.
Like a whisper, I hear —
“Your mind is the doer,
Keeping you in cage
As its lifelong prisoner
You can let go,
If only you dare.”
There’s comfort in the humdrum
In these impenetrable walls around
This mundane, this old familiar
Feels so safe and sound.
But sometimes —
in a fleeting moment,
Fresh wind inflates my lungs;
I pause for a second.
Something inside me stirs —
And suddenly the cage feels small;
I want to breakaway
But I am afraid of a fall.
I hear the whisper once again
“Wouldn’t you take the leap? Wouldn’t you fly?”
I look beyond the iron gates,
I gaze where the earth meets sky,
I hear a soft beckoning,
Far away from the horizon.
I cannot ignore the calling —
Should I stay or should I run?
Out beyond in the wild unknown,
Now that I have found the key;
Will I stay a prisoner
Or will I break free?
– d.h
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