A Passage

And it was in this place,

Year after year.

That I realised my place,

Was to rot right here.

That my true face,

Was veiled in fear.

That hidden face,

Hiding it’s tears.

But I broke the bonds,

I shed the cloak.

Free of those bonds,

I finally awoke.

To travel afar,

To be in your arms.

I travelled that far,

To make my new start.

Daily Prompt: Solitary (Prisons of our own making)

We’re all locked in cells of our own making.

Sometimes solitary, all alone.

Other times confined with others in life.

In prisons we’d oft call home.

A few of us decide, no, no more.

This unhappy sententence is unwarranted, unjust.

And with courage, conviction and a leap of faith.

Break free into the arms of those they trust.

So hear my words through prison walls.

Don’t give up on your heartfelt dreams.

For when love’s opportunities arise.

The walls might not be as high as they seem.

via Daily Prompt: Solitary