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The jingling of keys and the hesitant creaking of the iron gates herald the arrival of the freedom that I have been longing for all these years.The reasons that drove me into committing that ancient crime seems smudged from memory but the moments of solitude and contemplation I spent within the prison walls remain as fresh as wet ink on paper.
The door opens to a whole new life ahead, but strangely there is no happiness or relief but a looming grey cloud of fear and uncertainty. Thoughts flowed incessantly within the four walls propelled by hope; the padlocks never attempted to confine them as I inked shreds of yellowing paper. But today as I walk out of the open door and merge with the madness outside I hear the click of a lock from somewhere within.
Written for the topic "Open" at Lillie McFerrin Writes
Very touching.
ReplyDelete...I hear the click of the lock from somewhere within and I am transformed into a different me into a different world. Very nice interpretation of the prompt Vidya!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Manish for the constant support :)
DeleteI guess we're all prisoners inside our mind. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYes, and sometimes while we are free in some respects, we lose freedom in other spheres.
Deletewow, very subtly interpreted. Prisoner to oneself.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeletePrisoner in your own head! profound and beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :)
DeleteExcellent narrative ! Well done
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DeleteVery well penned and profound!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteIt seems life always gives us so many open doors. I love the word picture you created here.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for stopping by :)
DeleteWow! That was an amazing write-up!
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