The feelings stir deep inside,
Like prisoners waiting to be set free.
The bars stay firm, under my control
But she has other plans.
Her tide of fury rolls in beside me
Washing away the thoughts of scurry.
I wish to be free, to sail away
But alas she holds me.
Her dark blue abyss of hope
Steels me in place.
The prisoners bang at their gate, hoping, praying
For a release, to be washed away.
And just like that, her darkness fades
I'm no longer stuck, but floating free.
The light is clear, the prisoners released.
We are not washed away, but pushed ashore.
