Trapped

Out in the open air

Stand upon the earth in the middle

Fire and water counter to metal and wood

Unable to look beyond the center

She stands still,

For she's too afraid to look up

And see the grace of the stars,

The radiance of the moon,

And the humility of the sun,

And she's comforted by the ground,

Holding her down

To the body she knows,

The air she breathes,

The life she's told to live,

She's a prisoner to her stance

Looking for the keys to the cage

She built herself,

Knowing she places the keys

Upon each element that surrounds

Inside her creation

And the locks are found above.

She's too scared to look up

To the freedom she desperately wants

But doubts she deserves.

- Elle Aycheelle