I know what it is to be caged
Not so much as a consequence
Of imprisonment
But more as the result of an inner rage
That grew itself large
Feed upon experiences
Of frustration and impotency
Of potentials never allowed to be
To the point where all that was left
Was the misplaced sense
Of powerlessness
Leading me to vacancy
What will it take for me to
Open the locked door of this cage
Explore the hidden roots of rage
And tear them up
To finally find the hidden seed
That lies buried
Full of its original potency
To truly set my spirit
Free?
To prepare this stony ground
To grow the seeds of love within
From which vibrant new life can blossom
Underneath my skin
Emerging From The Dark Night 