The Tragedies of a Lonely Dreamer

Cold

I have shut everyone out. I have walled my sanity from the outside. I have shielded my head from potential harm in my fate.

Why?

I have yet to ask this question to myself. I did not choose to be this way. I did not choose to be so secluded. I did not decide to dwell in my solitude for my life.

For it was out of nature.

Subconsciously, these walls were built. The back of my brain decided this- not me. I am a caged, free spirit, in bondage of my own flaws.

Set me free.

I want to soar. I want to find new lands. I need to find new lands. I need to explore. I need to cry out my battle cry.

Look away.

Tears fall and I know I'm alone either way. I did not want anyone to see me like this. I don't need pity, nor help. I am fully capable of doing this by myself.

Nothing can break me.

Time and time again I'll remind myself how strong I am. How I don't need the support of the world. How I can do as I please, for the future promises me great riches.

This cage is cold.

Metal bars freeze beneath my hands. This frigidity is nothing new to me. It seems so, familiar. The passion roaring by the emitting of ice.

Everything is so still.

Ice as still as is. But this is frozen in time. Frozen in love. In hate. What is this? Chills roll up my bare skin. I'm freezing.

Everything shifts.

Movement- what is this? Where am I? Biting my lip, I watch as the walls beyond my cage pulse. How can this be?

Searing pain enters.

I clutch my chest, letting a groan of pain exceed my lips. Why now? Am I where I think I am? Let me out. Why is it so cold in here?

Why is my heart frozen?