A cemented sky...
Limited air to breathe.
A train station whose beginning
and end are the same depot.
The trap of insecurity has been set.
But, beyond the hills
and past the clouds,
I crawl out of my cocoon
to participate in what can only be described as freedom.
Freedom from barriers,
freedom from pride
and freedom from loneliness.
Flowers bloom in an otherwise barren
desert.
Their aromatic scents flavor my meager existence.
In their aromas I do have a purpose,
and my possibilities are limitless.
Confinements of ideology are pushed to the back burner.
I stop and listen for the first time of my life.
I am reborn...
I am free.