My life in an allegory-
Like a prisoner shackled in the prison,
Iron fetters encasing me,
Chocking me, my parched mouth
Yearns for the urn,
Brimming with water,
Just a yard away.
I stumble forward, my movements
Restricted by the massive shackles
That encircle my arms and feet.
My hands- a hairsbreadth away,
From that boon of an urn.
But I cannot touch it,
For my manacles prevent further movement.
My salvation- that water;
But unreachable because of my shackles.
I try.
And try.
And try.
But in vain.
I know I need to break-
Apart from my shackles
To earn my salvation-
That urn of water.
But I'll tell you what this means
This perfect allegory of my life.
Life is my prison,
My relations and expectations,
And reputation and glory;
All these fetter and choke me,
Yet I cannot leave them,
I cannot break free from them.
Even though I do know
That to reach salvation...
To reach Him, my savior...
To find him...
Everything depends on me freeing
Myself from these temporary shackles.
I want to, I need to break free.
But I can't...
I just can't and it suffocates me...
I want to reach that urn.
Reach Him.
But how do I?
I just keep trying.
Or die trying,
Of this unquenchable thirst
For Him.
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