Emotions suppressed
Can create duress
On the soul of a person
A state of unrest
As if it’s a symptom
Of resisting our nature
If we set ourselves free
Would we find elation
Or simply more cages
To be boxed in again
Mere moments of freedom
On the way to an end
But until an end comes
There’s still time to fight
And find somewhere safe
To sleep sound through the night
A Life in Poems 