Fleeting Freedom

A gentle breeze passes me by

So refreshing and free

and yet fragile as glass.

I can almost touch it.

Birds are calling out to one another across the world

Chirping echoing off of the tallest mountains

but does no one hear them?

I do.

I hear everything

From the birds chirping to children laughing

Such an innocent laugh

Purity in its rawest form

This life is so beautiful and gentle 

So easily it can be taken away

In the middle of the night

Reaching out I am pulled down 

Down into the belly of the earth

Where there is silence.

Agonizing silence

No children, no birds, No life.

Silence...

Shaking the pull that is on me

I fall further into darkness.

Will no one save me?

No.

Wrestling with my own darkness, I suddenly feel a breeze

It lifts my heart and suddenly I am awake.

The birds are chirping again, outside my window.

I reach out to only hit bars.

Sometimes I forget I am in a cage. 

As this world continues to turn I am lost. 

Only to wait until the night returns again.

Author's Note

I have returned after being away for a few years. I am rusty, but want to get back into my work.