A kind-hearted soul,
in a whirlwind he strolled,
locked in a cell—
its keys never withheld.
The cage set him free
with a passage that read:
“You have passed the stage
where you could flee.”
The baggage of hope
strapped onto his back,
stuffed with the shreds
of laughter and grief.
Under its weight
wings lost their hold—
too weak to take off,
too weary to back off.
At the edge of the cliff
he stands—stranded, not still;
the depth of the reef
stirs no thrill—only grief.
He mustered some strength
to get off this trench,
slit out a thought—
that gathered great length.
He entered that space
where darkness once grew—
“A stroke of a ray
could puncture it through.”
A sudden gush of light
fell straight on the wrap,
tied to a yacht
sailing for new shores.
To test waters anew,
with the cage out of view,
I stepped onto the barge—
like a baron off to his land
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
A kind-hearted soul,
in a whirlwind he strolled,
locked in a cell—
its keys never withheld.
The cage set him free
with a passage that read:
“You have passed the stage
where you could flee.”
The baggage of hope
strapped onto his back,
stuffed with the shreds
of laughter and grief.
Under its weight
wings lost their hold—
too weak to take off,
too weary to back off.
At the edge of the cliff
he stands—stranded, not still;
the depth of the reef
stirs no thrill—only grief.
He mustered some strength
to get off this trench,
slit out a thought—
that gathered great length.
He entered that space
where darkness once grew—
“A stroke of a ray
could puncture it through.”
A sudden gush of light
fell straight on the wrap,
tied to a yacht
sailing for new shores.
To test waters anew,
with the cage out of view,
I stepped onto the barge—
like a baron off to his land