Poetical

Gilded Heart

I am a prisoner of my own heart

I live in a gilded cage made of the strongest feelings: Sadness and Anger

Nothing can come and go through these wires without my blessing

I became a songbird

Singing high and low, sweet and sour 

Then I decided to sing loud and clear

I sang until the vibrations broke the bars

Yet I am still a prisoner 

A prisoner of my own regrets and twisted frustrations

And then I fell in love with grace