I ran away from prison,
But never felt truly free.
I took shelter in an abandoned alcove,
It was as if,
I had left prison,
But the prison hadn’t left me.
In this wreckage of a castle,
Amidst grey bricks and timeless mortar,
I sat, waited, foraged,
Until familiar sounds of terror returned
Ringed in my ears like violins of thunder,
And I was overcome with pain.
I sat fixated, as months,
Or years, I cannot say,
Passed without notice.
Until one day,
When, hopeless, I banged my head on the bricks,
Deciding to end my torture,
Broke a window in the wall,
And on the other end, found the sea.
I sat listening to its rhythmic power,
Until, its indiscriminate cruelty
At last, united, the sea became me,
And I became the sea.
And I thought, illuminated,
I am only jailed by the cages within me.