From My Prison Cell
Seated in a cell of this prison world
I watched the night sky
Through a window,
A tiny one
Sealed tight by metal bars
Seeming to tell me
That mightier they surely are
Mightier than me
Mightier than everything else!
The night sky is where freedom lies
The night sky is where freedom loves
Itself,
Or other sorts of creation
All like me
Floating in glass cylinders
Filled up with chemical compositions
Meant to sustain me with enough energy
As to allow me to stay alive
Yet, wanting me not to be strong enough
As to break free!
Seated in my prison cell,
I saw,
A shooting star
As it raced in the night sky
Going there where its own fate willed it
Going there where I shall never go
Even if I yearn for it
With the might of a broken poet!
If only,
I could be one too
I'd feel so free, so light, so burden-less
I'd soar wherever I would have wanted
Feeling like I am a mighty heroine of a video game!
But I have no means to be that which I seek
I can only sit in my prison cell
And watch the night sky
And dream while being conscious and awake!
For Contest Shooting Stars
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Written on 13 August 2019
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2019
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