Exile

Is there anything more treacherous?

As you try to understand if you can have it both ways,

Relief, hope and an ecstatic mind when you choose to open the door, so perilous,

But when you're pushed out, hatred in a betrayed soul stays.

The embodiment of a sarcastic conclusion,

When your cage has the same traits as liberty,

When you go, guided by your own voice, the breeze is your salvation,

Otherwise, air turn to stone, ironically.

Cease freedom in a confined space on a time you chose,

And the door you opened is the escape to your fight.

But if it shuttered your destiny as it closed,

Intangible chains will forever darker your sight.

Everything you've cherished is now behind,

When you had to let them crook your lifeline.

This path has been set out for you and you're broken,

But was it you fault they decided for your portrait to be frozen?

And now that you're gone it all revolves around your absence,

Who could tell who you were before it all became intense?

Who would risk unveiling something and stop your oversight ?

You, who was left behind the door disappeared into the night.

A quest through unknown lands, a search through your own mind, in struggle.

A redemption through your own mistakes, through your regrets, in exile.