Through Poems

The Key

I wake up everyday

Looking for something.

I stare at the ceiling

Wishing for an answer.

I tilt my head to the left.

I see my books.

A look at my right.

I see the wall.

I stand up to open the window.

I see a ray of light.

I try to open the door.

But it's locked.

I see the beauty of the outside.

I hear the music of the world.

I feel the wind.

But I am stuck here.

I'm stuck in the place that I chose.

Or was it really I?

I want to unleash myself .

But I don't know how.

It's been so many days and nights.

Many missed opportunities.

I clench my hand into a fist.

And I realize now what lies on it.

The Key