SunSearcher

Shackled

A free spirt confined to domestication 

Is like a bird with clipped wings.

My heart and soul beating with anticipation...

Free me, free me of these damn shacklings!

My body longs to dance,

Yet is confined to circumstance.

My soul on the brink of combustion, 

I\'m overwhelmed with frustration. 

My heart loving with conflicting rythyms,

Mind racing with great momentum.

There is bound to be a better way

To live this life which is no longer mine 

How long can I do this day after day,

My soul a victim of crime?

 

~SS

9/28/17