Reflections of what may never be

Sitting alone in my cell the darkness of night closes in around me yet light always shines through this little window. I stare longingly out and watch all the beauty that dances before me just beyond my reach. How I long to break free of these bars to run with you in the sunshine but I fear the loss of the security this place gives to me. Familiarity in exchange for the risk of freedom. And my cell too is un-free for she remains chained to me. She keeps me and protects me but in duty she has forgotten about happiness. I dream of the joy we both might find if only she would unlock the door and set us both free. But she too fears that without me she will remain an empty cell and instead fortifies her steely grip. I am no longer a boy and as each day passes I begin to turn away from this little window. Like the lions in the zoo who have begun to forget about the thrill of the hunt, the light in their eyes slowly fades as they become resigned to their fate. Will we embrace out fate and extinguish the flame or will both grow bold and shatter these chains? Only in time will I know the answer so for now I will continue to watch life through my little window