Poetry prompt.

I came across this prompt earlier today here and although I haven’t used it as a way of exploring my writing, it did inspire me.  Sometimes the scariest risks we take in life are the ones that take us to where we are mean’t to be.

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
― T.S. Eliot

The chains are falling from my cell.

No longer am I what you long to see.

The bars are lifting as I yell.

You never dream’t I would break free.

I need to know how far.

I need to feel alive.

I need to rid my soul of this scar,

so my spirit can up and thrive.

I cannot reach the sky

or the stars or the moon.

But my seed can fly,

and this flower will bloom.

I’ll walk to the ends,

through the dead of the night.

Take all life sends,

Just to reach that light.

Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.