Like Cinderella’s missing shoe,
there is one key to fit this lock.
I ponder unbound possibilities,
Fantasies of freedom behind grim gunmetal bars.
My back to pallid plaster walls I anxiously await.
That key would mean a turning point,
of soaring vindication.
I’ll spread my wings and fly away, freedom voraciously devoured.
insatiable, unquenchable, I tremble at the thought.
With perfect blade and biting teeth,
inserted smoothly, the snuggest fit.
Silence shattered by squealing steel.
It’s amorous realisation of emancipation long desired.
A prison cell is tangible but captivity is not
but a key is only palpable for certain types of lock
and amnesty unchained is only found within.
The quest of absolution truly starts and ends with you.
The author says: “My poem is based on the human pursuit of freedom. Many people feel trapped and are ‘looking for a way out’, literally or metaphorically. Regardless of our circumstances, the key isn’t necessarily tangible but actually lies within ourselves.”