Trapped; Free Poem by Cheska I.

The soul broken to pieces still chooses to be kind;
Ray of sunshine from shattered glass;
Amber fire burning the insides;
Pungent scent of rotting flesh;
Prison cells in every part of the chest;
Enclosed being, with a facade of a beautiful crest;
Darling, you don't have to do that here.

For this is a place where you shall heal,
Roaring winds shall dry your wounds and tears.
Ember sun shall give you the warmth of day;
Ember cheeks shall be yours again.

Us, Together, you, me, we,
Shall not be trapped, but totally free.