Sunday, February 10, 2013

Slow long drag

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Is this prison real? 

Not until I can see the bars. 

Once I see them though...

Everything changes.  

It always has.  

The prison is real. 

I hunger to be free. 

Reaching between the bars it escapes.

Elusive like a puff of smoke, freedom turns away.

The bars leave a long shadow. 

They drag slowly on my soul. 

Heaviness from their cold lock chill me. 

Till I can get them to let go.

I tug and dig my way through. 

I do it because I love you.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, thought-provoking words, as usual Ms. Furnas! ;)