It's Time For Me To Fly

What is this strange place we find ourselves in... Trapped in the open, we are free within It’s a prison of the soul, restricting the feeling That comes from gentle hope moved to healing It’s a jail of hard truths, raining down despair The power of a heart who is living on a prayer It’s a captivity of the spirit who needs revealing The wonder of a love who is bent down, kneeling It’s the detention of a thought who knows life That dances with the joy found despite the strife It’s the caging of a passion in the shadow of darkness The whisper of a caress despite night’s starkness It’s the pen that confines the need to be heard That everlasting demand for the love that is preferred It’s the entrapment of a light who shines through the skies The glow of something greater than the pain can baptize It’s the love that comes to live on the inside of a heart Who knows that this emotion will never weaken or depart It is like an eccentric poet who remembers those wrote of The ones who love, who gives generously, without a motive It is like the bird with wings, who struggles to fly He knows when he lets go of the fear, his wings will comply Finally, from the heavens, he’ll know nothing but blue sky The Matrix Poetry Contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker March 31, 2022