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
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