Child of prison
"Help! let me out!"
I kept hearing that voice coming deep from my inner realms.
"Help! Open the locks of sight and let me be. Can't you see I am bleeding sadness, waiting patiently to be free..
I've been silenced for all this time, playing the role of the crying sea, below the weeping hands of your heart's willow.
let me out of your cell.
Witness yourself discovering the wonders beyond the edge of the self.
And I'll be well.
I started looking around me asking if that was real.
It kept playing a symphony orchestrated by the child in me..
"Haven't you heard yet the forgotten song of the broken?
Of time and space that are synonymous to your inner motion
I will whirl endlessly there, and become your elixir potion
Use the keys of innocence to unchain the hidden emotion
Don't let your pride win over me, and dive in my endless ocean
Make me your wisest choice, your prophet or even chosen.."
The voice kept on the battle, trying to be unleashed to the world..
It kept fighting with a shining feather, and shields of defeat.
"I am the locked child, imprisoned by the walls of greed,
Destroy them and use their soil to plant my seed.
Let your inner gravity balance how people walk into your heart, then proceed.
Watch yourself turning the lost into lead.
An alchemist indeed.
Summon me.
As I have been broken..
I am the treasure hidden inside you.
Your eternal token."
A butterfly took my nose as her landing, and granted me her angel wings
Slowly I started dancing.
On a hidden symphony that made me sing.
The song of a major flute, preaching the nonexistent tunes of reality.
It unleashed out the mystery.
Now I am aware..
I learned to see with the eye of innocence and decode the relativity between the spirit and the air.
Words alone are unfair. They need to be spoken, descend and be the fallen.
The child took time to repair
He was no longer the child of prison.
Instead the child of care.
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