I stare at the key;
key to the caged me,
which yearns to explore
the blue yonder
where it is meant to be
Magnificent it is;
a constant reminder
of my triviality,
passes down a look of pity
with its nuances of artistry
An easily forgivable treachery.

But oh the key lies there,
far away from my reach
and I’ll have to break free
For how can something
which is not a part of me;
which is foreign to me
have the power to stop me?

The cage
now a battlefield
tests the capacity
of a soul
fueled with perseverance
and quest for knowledge
Alas! it could not hold in
my shooting aspirations

And thus, I broke free
of the coldness
in the confinement
A warm flurry of wind
beneath my wings
to revive the curiosity
to revive those dreams…

Off I reached
straight for the sky
Yes! this is what
freedom feels like.
When I can explore;
When I can experience;
When I can interact

to discover myself
and correct my course
I am free…

~Prerna @besondersite