I'm not free as the greatest oceans

I’m not free as the greatest oceans,

rather trapped in my undersea, dark and beneath.

Waiting for the tears to turn into a pearl.

I live there every day cursing my shadow for what I see,

Srcaping the scars off my skin.

Debilitated of sculpting the beauty that blind eyes could never feel.

I want to be free!

I’m jealous of the birds that spread their wings

in the blues and yellows,

Soaring through the white clouds, living in the greens

They’re happier in their own skin, Lost in the wasteland of wondrous dreams.

When I’ll set myself free? . . . x2

I had been serving the volcanoes in me,

Volcanoes that resided in the deepest undersea.

But I let it out in the coldest breeze,

Let my soul free.

I’ll run away in the woods of green,

where the unicorn race in finesse.

Dance with winds and sprint in the seas,

Embrace the beauty that let me release.

~Alka