Like a flower tangled in thorns,
touched by pain from every side,
wounded and lost
amidst the darkness.
Seeking a way out —
a ray of sunlight and hope,
a moment of escape,
the instant in which I might grasp
the freedom I long for.
Freedom,
slipping away with each passing day,
yet its taste
remains priceless.
Where is that place
where I can feel this taste?
Where is the space
I might call home?
A home of freedom,
where I can grow without fear,
not looking back,
but only toward the future —
a future lit with radiance,
opening its doors before me.
What is this place?
Is it merely a dream of unfulfillment,
or something more
than a thought that returns unceasingly?
How can I find the space
where I may bloom like a rose —
where sunlight touches the stem each day,
where one can look at the thorns
from above?
Perhaps this place
was never far away —
it existed within me
before I even learned to name it.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
Like a flower tangled in thorns,
touched by pain from every side,
wounded and lost
amidst the darkness.
Seeking a way out —
a ray of sunlight and hope,
a moment of escape,
the instant in which I might grasp
the freedom I long for.
Freedom,
slipping away with each passing day,
yet its taste
remains priceless.
Where is that place
where I can feel this taste?
Where is the space
I might call home?
A home of freedom,
where I can grow without fear,
not looking back,
but only toward the future —
a future lit with radiance,
opening its doors before me.
What is this place?
Is it merely a dream of unfulfillment,
or something more
than a thought that returns unceasingly?
How can I find the space
where I may bloom like a rose —
where sunlight touches the stem each day,
where one can look at the thorns
from above?
Perhaps this place
was never far away —
it existed within me
before I even learned to name it.
It reflects the journey of finding ones inner space, freedom, and personal growth.
