The sun calls me outside
But I am trapped inside
I stay seated – afraid

I don’t know why I stay,
I need to get away
Can’t breath – but still, I wait.

This cannot be my fate
But knowledge comes too late
I just swallow my words

Pens are stronger than swords –
Or so they say of words
That is true I suppose...

What of secret prose?
The words that turmoil throws –
The secrets that keep me trapp’d,

The secrets wrapped around me?
The fear surrounding me?

This is why I cannot be free.