Set the captives free
Location
Spoken words
At times they are futile
Feeble
Unable to express our thoughts
Our hurts
Our confusion
Our deepest secrets.
And so there they lie, trapped inside
No way of escape
No chance of relief
And while our hearts cry within us
And our thoughts yearn for freedom
We smile.
And hope that tomorrow brings better things than yesterday.
But then we discover
Written words
Vibrant, powerful, alive
And those ideas and emotions
beating against our souls like rain against the windows
Break free
and pour out
and we feel new again.