I feel walled in. From this sin and failing it seems I cannot escape. The freedom looms above...casting its shadow if only to tempt me to redemption. I declare freedom from this would be inhuman, not of this place. It feels so normal I feel tempted not to resist, yet the spirit whispers that love should have some place. I should offer more love and respect. Truth stings sometimes...and why should ignorance enjoy such bliss? Freedom would require me to leap, to trust, to have faith. So the cliff looms above, and I have wings yet I waver as to their use...
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