Hostage

Hostage

There is too much passion
In this place that keeps me.

There is too much familiar
In my home.

And I leave to find
No more reason to hide.

And I miss, all too much,
My hiding places.

While it instills such rage,
It’s corners hold my dreams.

I have confessed all that was in me
To its shadows.

Knowing all too well,
It holds me here, this place.

To escape,
Never means to be free.