Breaking The Cage - Father Hilarious

I got a bit down about writing for a few days; felt both that it was a pointless activity and that I was rubbish at it. I had to give myself a talking to, remind myself that it’s for myself I do it – both the joy and the desire. Remind myself too how much I value the writing of others; good, bad or indifferent. Prose or poetry, if it’s been written then it was worth writing. It has to be, because it’s not easy this writing game, trying to make something special with such everyday tools and material.

Breaking the Cage

I will not fear
(though I am afraid)
won’t stop
(despite the stall)
keep on going
(with feet like lead)
trust (in the invisible)
listen (to the silence)

This is how
the lock gets busted;
now is when
the door swings free.
Press your face
against the bars
and watch them melt away

Key in hand,
get up
and dance.
Fling to prove it;
open air,
right there, right there

The beat resounds unmetallic,
crystal clear;
sweeping blades-
free,
free,
free

Each note a step,
each step unbinding;
bounding into
endless air