In a red room
I dream
Of things past
present
And future.
Scars and joyous memories,
Giving away ones power
And reclaiming all that was once lost.
My face.
It is in my dreams that I revisit
All I question about myself;
The one who I am,
The one who is created.
Brick upon brick,
Tears are my mortar.
I am a caged bird
Yet free
Of all that haunts me.
A chosen path,
A river to cross
Sinking deep into the
Vast ocean of
All I lost,
All I long for,
All I remember,
Even if I choose not to.
These memories
Falling in on me
This roofless house
These creatures of the night
I walk up and down the walls of my mind
Trying to grasp at what is real
These caged birds
A young girl
With no chance given
A wise woman
Learned yet scarred
From yesterdays remains
A thirst
A hunger pang
Fists held high
I resist
I submit
I resign
I surrender
To all that I am
And I am free
From the burden
Of past memory
The key to the cage
I held all along.