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