You’ve been here before but they weren’t your feet,
Your heart knew this place but not your head,
You’d seen the dark but your heart knew the light,
The bars, they caged but eyes soared, on eagle’s wings.
A heart locked in the dark, behind iron bars,
But the head knew the light, that waited,
The light so strong, pulling, like a calling,
When you get the calling, it has to be heeded.
Search for the light that was hidden, on eagle’s wings,
Locked behind bars, the heart aching freedom,
Freedom of the heart, rare … overwhelming,
To know the freedom, contrary to reason.
This poem has been written for One Stop Poetry’s One Shoot Photography Sunday: James Rainsford’s Poetry Challenge ~ please stop by OSP, they run some fantastic challenges, I’m loving it!