The Escape

I live everyday in a prison cell - trapped I rattle the bars, but no one can hear How long can I stay - here? My thoughts never leaving my mind Like messages intercepted by strict guards They're left behind to rot. I've found that when I speak My voice squeaks - soft, childish sounds Thoughts flow without control So I slam the door shut Swallow the key I'll be content in this jail With thoughts for company. All alone with my mind I grow disillusioned In my confusion One thought consumes The search for freedom. I wail and shriek with such fury That the Jailer comes Placing pen in my hand His one command - Write! And my cries intensify I'll never escape! I put pen to paper Hopeless, longing A few thoughts fly free Breaking off, releasing me And I find that when I write I speak in whatever voice I choose My thoughts orderly diffuse Touching pen to paper I am Master I own my own mind. And inside - finally free Released from incarceration The chains relax - I breathe. With pen to paper For a few moments, just a precious few I roam the playground of consciousness Exploring, searching, Finally autonomous - I just am. With pen to paper I am most me. I have the freedom to be - Who I am - Minus filters and lies. With pen to paper The words course through my blood Surging, overtaking Beating out their song of freedom Until we are one.