Surrounded by an orchestra
Of flowing harmony and cheerful beats.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Yet, there’s that biting feeling,
This nagging voice beyond my own,
Telling me that I am not fine.
Realization is slowly worming its way
Inside my well guarded castle,
Slowly taking down the stairs.
I am trapped. In the tower
That I thought would keep me safe.
And the only way down, …
It’s not even an option.
There won’t be a dragon,
Won’t be a bird to be my elevator.
Going down, staying down,
Walking around the shabby forest
Without a cloud to elevate me.
So I am staying up here.
Sheltered above the tumoil
Echoing through the halls downstairs.
inspired by Elevate