I left my house today
instead of picket white fences
bricks built the walls I’ve lived behind.
Instead of bright sunlight
flashes of the past lit each room
an unnatural light that hardly illuminates the soul.
In the spaces where couches
and comfy chairs
would normally preside
were bare floors…
cold, empty spaces
calling out for company.
waves of sound bound within an isolated world
a world confined to my own.

I woke up this morning
curious of what lies on the other side
of my brick bound home
so I ventured out
to a world I was too scared to know.
Sunlit forests surround
light streaking across
fallen limbs and grass.
A beautiful chaos
Where I could make a home.
As my heart’s cry echos out
bouncing off trees and a mountain scape.
I’m Free, I think, for now.
I stand and wonder
will the sound reach another’s ears?
Will the ears hear?
Will this risk lead me to another home?
perhaps with picket white fences
a couch and a rug
and dining room dances.
or will I turn around
and run back
to the home I’ve always known?

I see flowers sprinkled in a field ahead
and the light of the sun
bringing life to the dead.
Where are the eyes that will share this sight?
Where is the source of this natural light?
Where is the hand that will hold on to mine
leading me forward, walls left behind?

I’m getting out.
I sing and twirl
and take it all in.
God speaks in the breeze
meeting me here -
a beautiful day to seize.
As the sun sets beyond the horizon’s edge
I’ll find a rock to sit upon
and patiently wait and wish
hopeful that our chance
I have not missed.