I felt the sun today
for the first time in ages,
I wearily lifted my grief stricken face as,
the beautiful rays spilled through the bars of my prison, tickling my skin with warmth.
Taking a deep breath,
I struggle to stand,
straining to lift the chains surrounding me.
Slowly my feet shift into position,
my legs shake beneath me as I push off from the floor, aching muscles scream for relief.
Little by little the sun begins to set,
creating a kaleidoscope of color
against the well worn walls.
The warmth is tantalizing,
daring me to break free.
My heart aches with longing as
I reach out desperately searching my confines, grasping at the walls of my mind,
willing my hands to find purchase
where there is none to be found.
Slowly sinking back in despair,
I comfort myself,
wrapping my frail arms around my knees,
gently hugging them to my chest.
I watch as the sun's light begins to fade,
as fiery reds and oranges of evening give way to delicate pink and purple hues of dusk, and another day has fully past.
I take it that the chains and prison are a metaphor for the kind of sadness that has us imprisoned in our minds but physically as well, when we literally feel like we cannot move or do a thing.
Anyway, as Mel points out, the descriptive writing in this is wonderful to read.