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Locked Dreams


I looked in the mirror
My eyes, barren and lifeless
The tears, strangled and tied for years
A moist marriage of emotions
My song, the one I have always wanted to listen
The song of my own, my compass
The one that clasped my hands
When I was afraid of stepping ahead
The one, a gentle hum in my heart
That pointed towards home, 
Painfully striving for birth
To break the strong chains of my heart
The strings of fear and doubt
I now feel those locked tears
Frozen in soulful, icy darkness
Melt in heat and finally, touch sunshine
Flowing without bounds in joy
I now feel my warm blood
Gushing in my veins joyously
Alive, with life and meaning
To chew and savour every moment
And feel the sweetness of life on my tongue
My eyes now glimmer in hope
Of distant dreams and wonders
Of meaning, my hopes,
My wishes and wants
That song of mine, lost far in the woods
Once trampled, under the weight of my lips,
Is now born in glory and pride,
This time, loud and clear,
To pierce and etch
Meaning in my life
To break the cocoon I hid myself in
To sculpt me into my dreams
Into the masterpiece I always dreamt of.

The song, once muffled among screams,
Is now loud and clear.

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