The soul within me, a cage of its own, Barred with the chains of control I've known. A twisted hope, a sick, aching plea, To relinquish the reins, to finally be free.

Hidden too long, the feelings so deep, A torrent of emotions I could barely keep. A yearning for touch, a whisper of grace, To escape this solitude, to find a safe space.

My mind, a prison, a self-made decree, Preventing the joy I was meant to be free. But the walls are crumbling, the whispers ignite, A yearning for guidance, a beckoning light.

Let the reins fall, embrace the unknown, For in letting go, a new path will be shown. The heart, though broken, yearns to be whole, And in letting go, find its own guiding role.

© 02/03/2025