Caged inside the the wispy sombre walls
Waiting for the promised call
At each ticking of the hand of the clock
I count the vertical lines on the door's lock
Time became pointless like the ants that made home on my skin; spiders pincer through the frills of my skirts , slowly eating them up, slowly subliming into eerie and sinister green hazy light of the cell.
I became one with the kingdom of the cell, of flies and mosquitoes, of webs and ant hills, of the dim stale air and my stagnation of will to progress.
i reeked with anguish and desperation like the overhanging clouds which were seconds away from downpour. I couldn't get out, couldn't do anything, could only think.
And so think i did and i willed my thoughts to carry me on forward from one checkpoint of memory to the next, and as i consistently did this, i slowly sprouted wings of nefarious nefalibata walking over the hills and mountains of my yesteryears, analysing and evaluating, and as i pondered more with unbound time i traveled into the hearts of my loved ones, and those whom i have offended... I took off my shoes and drenched myself in their marshy pools and saw the events from their perspective.
and i saw how much feedback i could have gotten if i were to be in focus, if i were alert like the leaf monkey being on constant guard from the predator eagles.
through the times i thought i was melting under scorching heat of trials, i looked again and saw the little parts which i could have done to make it a little okay; how i could have taken the umbrella of patience and understanding; how i could have blew the breeze of kindness smoothing away the gales.
and then soon as many times i wandered in my mind, i soon started to sing the melody of life into my present dreariness. i saw myself galloping off the little hurdles like cleanliness and hygiene with the little i had in my prison. i saw myself going an extra mile to the prison guard and being curious of their lives. whenever i saw the beefs with my fellow cell mates i walked through the planes of their conflicts giving them both sides equidistant reality check.
the little achievements i unlocked through my conquests inside my world that i changed to suit my wishes, now no more a prison but my home for reflection...
word count :406
prompt for winter contest : nefalibata
