Longing

I long to feel again;
I’ve been apathetic to my own suffering for far too long,
It’s time.

Time to open my self, and my soul,
open the windows and shutters to new possibility,
Time to awaken, time to break my bonds,
time to stretch my wings again, so that I may kiss the sun,
Once more.

I wish to return to myself,
I wish to once again leave this selfish prison,
to once again release myself from the self-wrought iron bars that stretch across my cell,
To once again give no warning of my departure,
To leave without notice to warden, or dungeon-master.

However, I know that now is not the time for such brazenness.
I know this, because I have only just re-realized that I have wings, sordid and broken as they may be.
I know this, because inside something reminds me, very calmly “Patience, my dear.”
I know this, because the sun has only recently gone from the sky,
Sleeping as I do, only to gloriously awaken on the morrow.
To color the sky in a painting that has never before been seen,
and never to be seen thereafter.

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