I’ve been waiting for you to come save me

to take me from this wicked reality

but I finally realized that you already have


I don’t have to stay here

these shackles are no longer mine

for you have brought freedom directly to me

You’ve redeemed me

heart and soul


I’ve been captive

for so long

I don’t remember what freedom means


How do I step past these shackles

leave this cell in a dungeon

I’ve seemingly known forever


So, I stand here like an imbecile

completely free but still waiting

to be saved


I wait and plead

for you to lead, to take me from this labyrinth

of desolation and pain

from this dwelling of hopelessness




Sometimes my fortress of solitude

seems more like a prison.

Where heavy burdens are laid,

upon this ever weakening frame.

I stagger and begin to crumple

under this new weight.

Struggling to not be overcome

I eventually find myself standing erect,

once again.

This fortress may be my prison,

but every time it breaks me

it strengthens in the same moment.

Is it a prison?

Or my place of freedom?