I screamed.

Yet no one heard through the motions of their own day

 I cried out for freedom

But was stifled by the pressure of four walls closing in on my creativity

Expression relieves the build up of every day life

To silence that?

Well, that would mean drowning in the sea of thoughts

It could mean being anchored to the mundane when I was made to soar

It would mean…

Isolation

The created completely closed off to the Creator

I need freedom.

Most of all, I need Him

I must escape