Bound by the shackles of life
I roam my prison
Wall to wall
Dragging my chains behind me
Finding a window near the ceiling
I stand on my bleeding toes
To catch a glimpse of the sky
Blue and clear, grey and clouded
What I would give
To catch a raindrop on my tongue
Yet all I can taste
is the blood and salt from my lips
I yearn to be free
Wild like the horses
Running in the meadows
I yearn to be free
My master comes in
Cracking the whip
I yearn to be free
Away from this pain
I yearn to be free
Like the elephants in India
Wild and triumphant
Conquering everything in its path
Yet when I awake
My vision is hazy and red
Every drop reminding me
Every clank reminding me
I am bound
By the shackles of life
By the rules of men and minds
By chains that clank
I yearn to be free
My soul clear like crystalline
My choices mine to keep
My mind awake and sound.
By Angela Vincent Michael
July 23rd 2020
