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.
Copyright © Mackenzie Hudson | Year Posted 2015
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