Prisoner

yeah, let's just say i've been caught in the storm again...

Prisoner

Wounded,
In a prison
Built by my own hands.
The walls are
reinforced by my words.
Starving,
For love,
Not food.
The light is what
I need to heal.
I'm my own warden
And I have to protect
Myself from being hurt.
I'm afraid to let the
Light shine on
My face,
Too many times
I've let that happen
Only to be left
Out in the rain.
And the rain
Burns my skin
Like acid.
But without the light
I wither away
But I'm not strong enough
To withstand the rain.
I need the light,
I want it,
but I've lost the key,
And I wonder if there is away
to keep out of the
unpredictable storms.
Maybe one day
I'll find the key
and the courage
to let myself be free.