A fascinating foible prominent in me as blood,
which resonates within my head and over time does bud:
my body craves to live and begs of me to carry on;
my brain aches so to be diffused, to end this broken song
...and yet I sing as would a bird when calling for a mate.
It seems my brain has no control over my body's fate.
I dream of freedom, though I cook and clean and wear a smile,
and feel my legs begin to wear after the millionth mile
...yet still, I trek this trodden path as if a mere machine,
and am at odds within my mind whilst clutching to this dream
that in the end my freedom will have truly been attained,
for in this life: no freedom rings where none can end the pain.
S, I like the fact you are writing. I love the fact you are delving into yourself. It's not always easy, there are doors we would rather keep shut instead of letting loose the feelings that are kept under lock and key. But you are doing it, that speaks volumes, it also speaks of growth and acceptance. That's huge! Keep writing! Hugs my friend-