Customized Cave

Gaping into the bottomless puddle by my shivering legs only to see my reflection glaring back at my wondering curiosity. Beady eyes, motionless movement, yet a sense of serenity.  An artist at heart, soul and mind.  I feel the want and need seeping through my very cage that consumes these thoughts. A prisoner on my edge, ready to spread these wings and drift among the open sky.   Leaping off this ledge near the line of absolution and motivation to help me soar into my true roots.  Roots like a tree, go deep into possibilities, deep into the transition of life above the soil and death beneath the dirtied surface.    Absorbing the light, the rain, begging for the existence of it’s tomorrow.  Paralyzed by the shock of light, burning through its branches it’s worked ever so hard for.  Cedar smell scents my nose, death has approached. Trapped inside this mind and imagination constantly puts my brain in electric shock of the facts and realizations I come up with daily and wonder if anyone else shares this endless special quality. Falling deeper inside my customized cave.  Decorated with ideas, sketches on the wall resemble my true thoughts on life itself.  Scraps of my life scattered among the damp earth.  Trying to piece each together, make ground of reason, a sense of it all.  What am I to become?  What is this life really about?  Eager waiting for that light to shine through the tiny crack that exists in this cave.  Yet I find another cloudy day has disguised the sun once again.  Scratching the surface of my box, looking for that outlet, to once again become one with the light.  Ambience has freed my soul; this life becomes mine once again as these walls crumble to their fate.  Untethered, I’m able to soar through the open-air possibilities, once again.