Thursday, July 25, 2013

Chapter forty-four: My Heart Lives

I thirst for the arts
Like a man parched dry
To look not at a ceiling
But a clear blue sky
I long for the freedom
That my words once took
Spirited, unfettered
Not all by the book
I turn to the rhythms
Like a flower to the sun
To return to the warmth
As a prodigal son
But trapped as I am
In these blank white walls
Begrudging the time
As it sedately crawls
Only my words
Here they spill and seep
As my fingers fly
And my heartbeats leap
The tang of freedom,
A tantalizing thought
A respite from tedium
No matter how short
Though long is the distance
Between now and then
Yet I rejoice,
Because my heart lives again!

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