In the shell of existence, a solitaire's abode, We pace in silence on paths pre-sowed. A world of confines, of limits and walls, Echoes our laughter and softens our falls. ...pensive Every angle we turn, every stone we know, Marked by the fates's artful throw. The dance of life we play with grace, Unaware of the leash in this mortal race. ...certainty Our very self served in measured hand, Enough to exist, but not to expand. Manipulated, tormented, our spirits bled, Within these walls, we stay safe our bed. ...incarceration Unexpected rupture, a tear in the screen, Unveils vistas before unseen. A rush of freedom, so pure, so wide, Promising solace on the other side. ...liberation A taste of the air, so fresh, so sweet, Savoring deliverance, feeling replete. In newfound passages, we dance and roam, Awed by the splendor of expanded home. ...intoxication Yet in the midst of ecstasy and dream, Emerges the claw, with its familiar gleam. Once again, kismet familiar art, A reminder that freedom is not apart. ...recurrence The cage, we see, was never shattered, Only raised larger, our hopes scattered. The barricade now wider, the echo fades, But the puppeteers's hand still invades. ...realization Yet within this truth, a revelation, Resides the seed of our liberation. Though the curtain expands, the walls remain, Our spirits, unbroken, rise above the pain. ...resilience For even under the fate's reign, We carve our paths, we forge our chain. The cage surrounds, it define our space, But can never capture our human race. ...defiance In pensive chains we find our dance, from certain bounds to liberating trance.
© 2023 Jeffrey Weese