In my innocence I was brave...

And knew no fear,

No boundaries, no limits, no doubts,

Unable to imagine my spirit contained.

 

The sky was open...

Then came that ceiling,

That flattened the top of my head,

And crowded my dreams with fear.

 

The ceiling was clear...

You could see right through,

Unwaivering and unmovable it sat,

Intending to crush my dreams, so dear.

 

I pretended I was free

But it wouldn't be ignored,

With a heaviness that just said "no,"

That would follow where ever I'd go.

 

I had just enough faith

To touch my sword to the sky,

And from a small crack, came down light...

And I basked in its warm glow.