Bars...

There I laid,

Engulfed in the gagging prison of fear,

My fingers, they traced the bars cold and bare,

Searching for a way to escape,

Attempting to run off from this hell,

Struggling to unshackle the manacles of self doubt, pain,

Just trying in vain, to end this misery,

These bars which provided comfort and security,

The prison once commodious,

Was an unfathomable hell today,

For sometimes,

A person cognizes late,

The wings of security,

Are nothing but shackles,

Which bind this mortal soul from exploring its limits...