Soar the Dawn

Stood

lost upon a plain

a mountain

a chasm

cumbersome load

upon my shoulders

wanting

to lay it down

relieve myself of this burden

carried through time

through years

an albatross

tied

I thought.

Shackled

to wrist

to waist

to ankle

never to be free.

Forever

alone

beneath a mask of fear

catacombs of anger

deadly desires.

Golden rays

break beyond horizon

symbolic

throw away

remnants of past

freeing

finally

from neglect

from dusty shelves

the truth

of my inner self.

©March 21/21

Picture is my own