En caged nightmares

I feel as though I'm en caged like some exotic bird, from another continent, sitting, and waiting, to be given my freedom, or at least the hope of a brief flight.
I feel at times I am becoming jaded, and beginning to not give a damn if that door ever opens.
I have no one to blame for this, this is all my own doing.
My worst enemy is my self.
The iniquities of my past haunt me and what has not yet to come, frighten me.
I would welcome one sip of an answer of where to go from here,
but only the maker himself can possibly answer this,
so no matter how many tears fall upon my pillow, or how many prayers are whispered upon my breath, these nightmares frigid, tendrils still grasp my breathless sleep.