Trapped inside my brain

Ten thousand fledglings wait

Each sparkling with hope

Within this hopeless state.

 

In their unfettered world

They jostle to be free,

Yet one by one the flame is gone –

They shrink and die in me.

 

Oh! Womb of future past

Where birth pains sear,

Ambitions fear

And Creativity

Disappears,

 

In darkest night

My dreams take flight

As they aspire

To cast their light.

 

This living Tower of Troy,

This dried-up seed of joy,

Wherein lie all my hopes, still free,

This silent cell without a key.

 

For I would give my all

If but my thoughts were heard.

Come – free me from my silence –

If I only had the words!

 

Yvonne Brunton

28-01-04