Breakout

I wanted to break out of that prison sublime
where I was serving sentence for the crime
Of trying to hustle words into rhyme
while composing my lines, every time

It made me afraid, what I was going to do
How would my poetry be, I hadn’t a clue
Deep within however, I knew I wanted to
be free of form, just say it as I feel

Started straining, breaking the bonds one by one
Marvelled at the strength I had when I was done
For now, there was no strain, and no anxiety
I was a flooded, tempestuous river;
not a tame canal…

The rains witnessed the transformation
Maybe they had sown the seeds seasons ago
When I had watched them,
disarranged by the wind, irregularly intense
And was somehow reminded of sheer poetry