Trapped Soul

 

Four walls of stoic silence looming above the
horizon,
boxing in a fragile soul tapping round and round.
Seeking a hole in which it could squeeze through,
to breathe life its silent sentinels robbed her of.

Clouds of darkness shield the day from giving life
to her transparent soul iridescent in the shadows,
that is constantly rapping, tapping on the thick walls.
Her only dream was to break away from her lonely
cage,
and live beyond the walls of her eternal prison.

Where she can breathe in the sweet air of freedom,
and taste the sweetness of life.
To look up at the skies and send a kiss to the sun,
and lie down on soft grass as the moon comes up to
bid her a blessed night.

Where she can dance with abandon as flowers blown
by the wind swirl around her.
To wade in the cool, blue waters of the rivers and the
seas,
and eat the fruits borne from the earth when hunger
takes place.

Yet her dreams are still beyond her reach,
the walls remain silent and thick.
No one can hear her cries from beyond,
for the silent sentinels have barred everyone.

-The Elusive Scribe 043013-

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One thought on “Trapped Soul

  1. “Yet her dreams are still beyond her reach,
    the walls remain silent and thick.
    No one can hear her cries from beyond,
    for the silent sentinels have barred everyone.”
    —-and NOW her deepest longings speak to the universe for response! And this is mine: Beautiful –flows wonderfully with so much desire and hope!

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