Soliloquy

To be free or not to be free–thus is the question:

Whether tis easier to listen to the Devil’s perspective,

Many a conversion with thee telling me to remain hidden within;

Pondering if there’s a point in flying high,

A dream is nigh,

Whispering, “A light so bright that only you can see,

Alas, the sands of time run rampant. You know only molasses,

Covering thy Lion’s heart from the masses.”

To rise or wither in shadow–

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!

No, I bear my cross to carry,

Merely breathing is not enough when all I do is bury,

My life isn't a loss,

Through it all, I’ve crafted my style.

To esteem one’s image, or merely fail in comparison–

Conveying with the mirror staring back,

“Just open up, and the world will see!

Share thy voice, and thou will set the silence free.”

Fear is thy mightiest hurdle,

Just waking up is half the battle.

Bittersweetly, like the delicious taste of acrid bounty,

Pondering if outrunning her shadow and the compelling voices,

Is it worth the trouble to fret if she’ll ever make it to the other side?

Slowly, the flower doth blooms soaking in the Sun’s rays,

Open, yet remaining feeling sickly.