The Light That Bleeds

Only in chains
does freedom begin.
Only in the cage
does the spirit
learn flight.

Behind bars,
the soul sings
its purest note—
the melody unbought,
unsold.

They shot your eyes—
yet in the soil
they multiplied,
each wound
tunneling light
from within.

Your senses, unshackled,
drank the dark
until it bled
into light.