Keeping my independence meant a lot to me at one time but now I see none. A gate is what I see not an open window. The open window that lets me gaze upon the stars and reach for them even if the thought is impossible. Maybe not having that free independence at one time would have soothed my thoughts but now that it’s gone leaving me with a taste of freedom and wind under my wings… it’s all I can think of. I throw invisible bricks at the rubber glass that keeps me caged, in fear of them coming back to me in twice the power. I wait patiently for the cage to open but after a while I stop waiting and except the fact that I am going nowhere. Here in the same 4 cornered wall with a light in the corner showing the glimpse of hope.