I Arrived, Trapped
A poem of my freedom.
The moment I think I’ve arrived
I realize I’ve yet to travel.
I moved through my day with passion, I thought,
A zeal for the details…then,
I realize I left my brain on the bus,
My feet in solid concrete,
My hands behind my back, clasped tightly,
While I sway back and forth to the music
I sing in my mind, locked away like my
Heart solid and afraid.
I hold my breath instead of breathing
I stare at the words I read without seeing
I listen to the birds tweeting without hearing.
When rushed along, I find life only to swings
back like a bungee cord,
adhered to a bridge, falling falling falling
and yet never landing.
My voice held in check. Silence. Nothing.
We open our eyes and realize we cut the cord,
the bounce back stopped, we find we are
standing, on solid ground.
We climb atop the bridge, we shout aloud,
I rise, I stand, I jump, I sing, I dream,
and I thrive with passion to arrive.
Breathing in and out I step forward
Now, nothing binds my feet
No one grabs my waist, my hands are freed and open wide before me;
I think freely.
My journey completed
~Just a thought by Pamela