Freedom?

I have longed to ink my thoughts,

To shine a light at where they dwell.

To paint the word picture that dances in my head,

Thoughts that have taken root in my heart,

That has filled my mind, with terror and with bliss.

But this fear has held me back.

It stands like a rock, staring menacingly at me, daring me to try.

Taunting and mocking, assuring me of an inevitable debacle.

I cowered at its sight, shackled by its grip, too terror-struck to move.

It built a cage in my own mind, locked me in with my own thoughts,

Kept me hostage, I do not…believe I am worthy of love.

“Not anymore!” I said. Enough is enough.

I had had enough, not anymore, the time had come to go

I packed my bags and made my way, the consequences be damned.

I walked, I ran, I spread my wings, I soared to the highest of heights.

Far above the clear blue sky, where the moon and Sun they meet.

Too close to the sun, I paid no heed, and like Icarus, to the sea I plunged.

If this pain is the price of freedom, I do not wish to be free.