Fortress Of Stone

Christine Chen
Jun 13 · 2 min read

Deep down in the fortress of stone,

I lie shivering and cold, awake and alone

with chains around my hands and feet,

but in the end, I still have fate to meet.

People pass my door without a glance,

they say I don’t deserve another chance -

I’m cowering in the shadows of regret, drowning

in seas of memories I’d never forget.

But somewhere far away, I see a flicker of light

of a candle with its flame burning bright.

The golden glow reminds me of the sun I cannot see

if only that bearer of light would set me free.

“Don’t be a fool, it’s only a dream,

soon it will die no matter how bright it may seem,”

yet as a fool yearning for wisdom, I still cling

onto that last thread of hope that’s weakening.

People come and go, their footsteps fading away;

their voices whisper like the ghosts of yesterday.

I fear they may be warning of things to come

eternal darkness where my fears are from.

Time has slipped and bound me in place -

I wish I’d taken my journey instead of the race,

but now I’m lying with my hands up in despair,

taking in my last breath of air.

Deep down in the pit of my soul,

there’s a flame of rage I cannot control

at the ones who’ve kept me imprisoned here,

but I’ll no longer bow down to this master of fear.

My flames grow stronger than the heavy stone wall;

I watch the stones as they crumble and fall.

I stretch my arms out to the flooding of the rain,

letting teardrops from the sky wash away my pain.

Now the time has come for me to leave the race

and being my journey to a truer place

where my spirit will forever be free to roam,

where the age-old glory is calling me home.

Sky Blue Muse

Self-Awareness | Pragmatic Idealism | Purposeful Living | Minimalist Creativity | Metaphysical Poetry

Christine Chen

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I’m a writer and poet with a math degree. New site: christinefchen.com

Sky Blue Muse

Self-Awareness | Pragmatic Idealism | Purposeful Living | Minimalist Creativity | Metaphysical Poetry