as the swan dances through the sky
I whisper
'you fly in your freedom,
as happy as can be
and here I sit
wishing someone to set me free'.

and as the cage around me
erupts in flames
the swan answers
'i have freed you,
but never forget:
no one is ever completely free
it is simply imagination,
you see'.

My world,
was overcast in
many ways, dark
cloudy gloomy days,
scary moonless starless nights,
The heart was sinking with pain.
One day with lightning it poured as
rain of words themes, i wrote, wrote and wrote, in the  dream space i float, now my grey world is painted with the colorful themes, highlighted with my deepest feelings and in the bright sky the words are dancing with syllables,
The seeds of hope buried in the dark, when watered with the raining words, sprouted. The plant, when nourished by divine grace, fertilised by new ideas and creativity, came out of doom, about to bloom. one day
it will offer the shadow
of solace and the
fruits of love to
wanderers,
stranded
broken
loners
soon
will
turn
into
poetree